The Cabinet Of Dr Leng Novels & Stories

CATALINA He dragged me into the next room and let go of my arm. He peeked outside, glancing in both directions of the hallway before carefully closing the door. I gaze around the room. In a quiet, dimly lit space, there are shelves lining the walls, stacked high with boxes, tools, and forgotten odds and ends. A faint scent of dust and old wood lingers in the air, mingling with traces of cardboard and metal. In the corner, a rusted filing cabinet stands, its drawers slightly ajar, revealing yellowed papers and miscellaneous trinkets tucked away long ago. Despite its cluttered nature, there’s an odd sense of order. Every item has its place, waiting patiently to be needed once again.

"The inkwell's alive. It bites." "Of course it does." The cabinet was locked with something older than iron. Bone. A femur, carved with teeth-marks, bound across the doors with silver wire. I could feel the Void fragment behind it. Not heat. Not cold. The particular absence of both, like a tooth missing from the world's jaw. "Help me with this." I gripped the bone. "Pull on three." "Mimi-" "One." "This is a bad idea." "Two." "We're going to die."

Kael Standing at the head of the long steel table in the heart of my underground laboratory, with the hum of refrigeration units and the scent of chemicals filling the air. The walls were lined with reinforced glass cases holding rows of glowing vials, my life’s work, the serum that would turn ordinary blood into something unstoppable. Dr. Lira Voss, the same woman who had overseen Lizabella’s treatment, leaned over a holographic display, as three other lead scientists flanked her, tablets in hand, faces illuminated by the blue glow of data streams.

Lennon poured me a glass of water from the jug situated on my bedside table. He helped me by holding the glass as I gulped down the water. It burned my dry throat, but the thirst beat the burning sensation I was feeling. As I composed myself I gathered the courage and asked the question that would either relieve me or break me down in an infinite amount of tiny pieces. "Doctor, did my baby make it?", I ask, my eyes glued to Noah. His pupils dilated when hearing these words leave my mouth. He was not a man for many expressions. Hard and stone faced to many, but I can read his eyes and the pain twirling in his dark sea coloured irises gave me the answer that I know will keep me broken for eter

And then— from the darkness— eyes opened. Dozens of glowing, twisted eyes. Elias tightened his fists. Alexander raised his blade. Sable whispered: “This is going to get ugly.” The creatures lunged. And the fight began. Chamber 12-B — Lena The reinforced cell door sealed shut behind them. Lena forced her head up, her vision blurry, her body weak. Dr. Kass approached her slowly, syringe glinting. “Now… shall we begin the final phase?”

Every book seemed to lean toward me, whispering promises, daring me to claim them. I stepped deeper. At the far end, a cabinet stood half-open, glinting with polished wood and brass. Inside, not books but implements lay arranged with ritual precision: a ruler long and narrow, a whip braided like rope, a mask with eyeholes that looked too human to be comfortable. I should have recoiled. Instead, my body betrayed me with a shiver that wasn’t fear.

Tarrin growled loudly. “Sorry..sorry!” Linux said frantically as he entered the code more slowly and correct, making the mechanism of the false drawer lightly beep, then unlock. The entire front of the cabinet popped open and Linux grabbed out a hypodermic kit with a vial of treatment serum put together in case of moments like this.

To the right of her desk, a collection of Chinese figurines decorated an internally lit curio cabinet. Was Leung loyal to PPS or to her home country? I smelled perfume as someone walked up behind me. A woman reached past me for the door handle. “Excuse me,” she said. “We ought to respect the dead, don’t you think?” I recognized her voice from phone conversations. I backed away from the door as she closed it. “You must be Mrs. Hellenberg.” “And you are Counselor Robert.” Our eyes locked. Her green ones looked up at me over jeweled, horn-rimmed readers. She slid them off and let them hang on a gold chain.

It’s responding to me. ⸻ Her mind raced. What was this cabinet? What secrets had Lucien kept hidden here? She hesitated, breathing shallow, torn between curiosity and terror. Every instinct screamed to stop—but another, stronger, almost primal instinct, urged her to reach inside. She pulled open one of the drawers and gasped. Ancient journals lay stacked neatly inside, their leather covers worn with age. Artifacts—strange, metallic objects etched with unfamiliar symbols—sat beside them. A small vial glowed faintly, emitting a soft hum that vibrated through her fingertips.

He bit his lower lip as he spoke, and my entire body flushed hot. Just his words were enough to make me ache. This can’t be normal… so why do I feel so excited? I said nothing, watching as he walked to the red cabinet. He unlocked it and opened the doors—and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. What in heaven’s name is this room? The cabinet was lined with black and red items, neatly arranged in rows. I didn’t recognize all of them, but some were unmistakable. If I wasn’t mistaken… some were vibrators.