The Doors Of Eden Novels & Stories

One of the men answered, leading her towards the front door. The place looked like a Victorian castle. It had a large fountain in front of it, where four angel-like figures were placed. The house was grey, with black vine designs on them. Astrid never thought that such a unique and unsual design could be that beautiful. Darius sure had taste. As they opened the front door, Astrid stopped walking. “Ma’am?” One of the bodyguards called out to her. Astrid couldn’t move from her position. Where exactly was she? She was scared of stepping her feet into the house.

A true one. “I will,” she said simply. “I will do it.” We turned away from her then, leaving her to begin her own journey of redemption and work. We walked toward the great main doors of the chamber, the ones that led out into the hidden valley, the ones that led out into the world. The doors were massive, made of heavy metal and stone, built to keep people out. But now, as we approached, they began to move. Great gears turned deep within the walls. Heavy chains groaned. Slowly, majestically, the doors swung open wide.

"Each door holds a truth. Some are small. Some are large enough to swallow you. You must pass through seven to reach the door behind the door. But be warned. The truths behind the doors are not merely memories. They are living things. They have grown in the dark. They have become hungry. And they do not wish to be disturbed." Eliana looked at the twelve doors. Some were closed. Some were ajar. Some seemed to breathe. Door number three, painted a deep ocean blue, was rattling on its hinges. Door number eleven, black as a starless night, was weeping. The sound of it was a low, rhythmic sobbing that matched her own heartbeat. "Why seven?" she asked. "Why not all twelve?"

Sabrina nodded, taking his hand and bringing him closer to the main doors. They were two massive pieces of oak, carved with symbols of wolves running under the night sky, the Goddess watching over it all, and the words. You walk among the chosen; may her light always show that you were chosen for a reason. “It's beautiful, the whole door and the saying. I’ve never seen it in any of the texts, but these doors have been here since the beginning. I’d say this place was built with such hope, but someone turned it into a prison instead.”

Unable to reach Max, I had to go to his office. When I arrived, neither Max nor Coco were there. The receptionist mentioned they were at Disneyland. The manager tried to brief me on company matters, but I waved him off. "I'm just dropping something off." However, I froze in shock when I opened the door to Max's office. The once minimalist black-and-white decor was then splashed with color, the artwork replaced by intimate photos of Max and Coco. A corner of the room had been converted into a mini-suite, complete with a bed, shower, and—shockingly—a pair of pink lingerie hung on the wall. The curtains were stained, and there was an unmistakable odor permeating the space.

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.

"Where are you staying now? You don't even have enough for a taxi, right? Need a lift?" Matthew sighed, telling Shirley to quit pretending to care. "I don't care if she walks or crawls back," he grumbled. Just then, a white Porsche SUV pulled up smoothly behind Matthew's car. Edwin stepped out and kindly opened the passenger door for me. He gave me a warm smile and asked if I had gotten the divorce papers sorted out. "All set? Hop in. I've got some organic honey and herbs, and my aunt's making some nice herbal tea back home," he said.

Then the entire chamber moved. Not shook. Moved. The floor separated into four enormous sections. A staircase appeared beneath them. At the bottom was a door. It was completely black. No handle. No lock. Only one word. ETERNITY. Rose stepped closer. I can't see what's behind it. Ethan looked at her. Nothing? Nothing. That had never happened before. Ethan walked toward the door. The silver symbol on his chest began glowing. The door opened. Cold air rushed over them.

"You must correct all your mistakes in hell." Egan opened a door in midair. Roxanne felt the winds begin to change direction and focused on where Egan was standing. The winds gathered in a circle and turned into a black hole in the shape of a door. The interior was filled with the stench of corpses and also the black and red auras. Egan gently lifted the chain and threw Edward, still writhing in the flames, at the door.

A wave of silver energy erupted from beneath the sanctuary. Eden immediately moved in front of Elena. But Elena stopped him. “Wait.” The energy wasn’t attacking them. It was forming something. A doorway. A massive silver doorway appeared in the center of the chamber. Symbols covered its surface. Elena recognized them. She had seen them in her fourth-life memory. “That’s where I came from.” Her mother nodded. “Yes.” “What is behind it?” “The place where you were created.” Elena stared at the door. “Created?” Her mother looked away.