The Doors Of Eden Novels & Stories

Soon enough, they create space for Samuel to step into the city. "Why can't we just mention that we foun-" "Don't!! Look around you Eden! This people will give anything to know what you are just about to say. Come with me." She hisses to my ears. She takes my hand and we both move towards the gate. "Excuse me officer!" she says to one of the guards. "Step aside Blondie! I don't have time for whatever you want to say." He replies looking bored. "No! You will have time for this! We found water! My team found water! You need to let us in so we can inform our captain!" Elsa insists in a low voice.

The door unlocked and moved, I closed my eyes just briefly. *Uh oh,* Eden said, making me pop them open. It was a female. “Mind telling me what the hell you’re doing on my porch in the middle of the night. You think we don’t have an alarm system? I got a camera right there,” she snapped, crossing her arms. There was still a clear windowed door between us. “Oh. I’m looking for Dr. Evans. Are you his … sister,” I asked, taking in the color of her skin.

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

Cazer was frustrated that he should visit her here now, much less with the irritatingly sanctimonious Trainee Captain in tow. Thoroughly hidden in a dark alcove at the end of the hall, its surface uneven and full of gaps, the handle hanging precariously by a single willing screw was a small door. Unable to believe it served to guard any inhabitant the two men paused awkwardly in front of its tiny wooden frame. Gazing dubiously at the mediocre entryway, then at the Night Gate Director, Lance Armistice passed an obvious look of silent judgement.

The entrance was a towering archway of black stone etched with golden runes, half-buried beneath tangled vines and glowing moss. And at its center, a door. It wasn’t made of stone or wood, but of pure energy—shifting between light and shadow, bleeding into the air like liquid fire. The Gate. My marks pulsed violently, a heartbeat syncing with the energy ahead. The servants halted at the clearing’s edge, bowing low, as if in reverence. Aaron stopped beside me, chest heaving. “It’s awake.” Edward’s grip tightened on his sword. “Then we shut it down before it opens any further.”

As the rain continued to splash Ethan Brooks's face and drip from several parts of his body, Ethan Brooks realized with a start that the rain was coming down on him. "Wake up! One should rush to find containers to collect rainwater." Jerking over, Ethan Brooks nearly lost his soul. Right in front of the doorway to his den stood a woman, cloaked.

If he was sleeping with her it didn't stop us from having the fun of the summer and then going our separate ways after, but for some reason it still burned somehow. My hands were shaking. I should go get some water to drink. I stepped out of my room and shut the door, and that’s when I noticed that one room with a dark green door—a different color from every other door in this house. It was always locked but today, it was slightly ajar. Every time I asked Ben about it, he said it was nothing. But the gold plate above the door spelled EDEN. Like the garden? Should I go in? Maybe I should just go get my water and go back to sleep, but my curiosity got the better of me and with a pounding heart

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

*Avery* The knock on the door echoed through the room, a soft but unmistakable sound that sent ripples of anticipation through the space. I glanced at my father, and he nodded ever so slightly – a silent understanding passing between us. With a determined exhale, I crossed the room. My fingers curled around the doorknob, and as the door creaked open, there she stood – Eden. I swiftly gestured to her, my hand extending to guide her inside. She slipped past the threshold urgently. I locked the door behind her with a soft thud, the world outside now sealed away. Turning around, I faced her, my eyes searching hers.

*Avery* The knock on the door echoed through the room, a soft but unmistakable sound that sent ripples of anticipation through the space. I glanced at my father, and he nodded ever so slightly – a silent understanding passing between us. With a determined exhale, I crossed the room. My fingers curled around the doorknob, and as the door creaked open, there she stood – Eden. I swiftly gestured to her, my hand extending to guide her inside. She slipped past the threshold urgently. I locked the door behind her with a soft thud, the world outside now sealed away. Turning around, I faced her, my eyes searching hers.