The Doors Of Eden Novels & Stories

Elyra's expression changed right away. "He has begun." The silver chains binding her glowed brightly. "What has?" "The corruption." She pointed beyond the bridge. Only then did I see the large doors at its other side. They had not been there before. They rose hundreds of feet into the darkness. Unlike the elegant architecture of the Sky Temple, these doors were scarred. Black veins cover their formerly white surface. Something on the other side struck them. The sound of the doors being banged didn't stop. Little pieces of stone fell into the abyss below.

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.

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.

Each turn, each step, seemed deliberate, and I realized that this was his true domain, a place where he was destined to reign. As we made our way through the corridor, guards stood at attention, their eyes fixed on him with utmost respect. Edward, in turn, gave them a brief nod, his gaze unwavering until we arrived at a magnificent wooden door adorned with intricate carvings. The design was truly awe-inspiring, depicting intertwining vines, blooming flowers, and fierce beasts, each detail telling its captivating tale.

What the fuck? Mom was nervous as hell. Dad and I exchanged a look, because it wasn't often we saw that shit and I was starting to wonder why the hell my mom, who was the reigning queen of Eden would be this nervous. Dad just shook his head and muttered something about 'women', under his breath. We both followed our women in and stood in the doorway looking in. You see the thing is, mom doesn't act this way around anyone else except dad and I and Marisa.

They were so confident that the universe would bend to their will as the stock market always had. But the Door was not a machine you could force. It had a will. It had a memory. It was an ancient, intelligent phenomenon that had waited a hundred years for the King and his General. It had accepted the raw Uwezo and the emotional Hekima it required to bridge the dimensions. It had no need for parasites. It had no tolerance for the small-minded men who built cages of glass and steel to hide from the rain. Just as the first man’s fingertips—a billionaire with manicured nails and a frantic scream on his lips—brushed the violet surface, the Door blinked.

Like all hallways and stairs that I have trod in Eden, everything seems long and unending until you see a speck of light or dot of darkness. The landing up the stairs has a massive wall again. The same one Samuel pushed open to reveal a door. My brother pressed his shoulder to the wall while still carrying my father. A door magically open and they entered inside. When they entered the space, it led to arches leading to a beautiful garden.