The Doors Of Eden Novels & Stories

Cynthia asked. “I’m not sure. Let's follow her and make sure she's fine,” Marie said. They all rushed out of the room and followed Anima through the passages and outside the mansion. Anima stopped in front of the gates, and the girls stopped behind her. Anima's weapons—her giant morning stars—materialized in her hands, her brows furrowing as she stared at the gates through her white, glowing eyes. “Who’s at the gates?” Cynthia asked Marie. Marie was about to respond when the gates suddenly blew open. A large gust of wind blew dust and small rocks into the front yard, and as the dust cleared, Edith was seen standing on the other side, her eyes glowing bright purple.

Ian, for his part, was taking refuge behind convention; the things you should and shouldn't do when you're pregnant. Eden felt the flame of rebellion burning within her. After years of obeying the orders of one man, her father, now she felt ready to cross swords with her husband. This was quite disconcerting. Eden saw a door ajar, which snapped her out of these troubling thoughts.m “ -What's back there?” Without waiting for Ian’s answer, Eden pushed open the door and entered the room. It was beautifully proportioned and would have been very bright, had someone taken the trouble to clean the windows.

The guards already missing, probably called away by the fire. I fumbled with the keys. My hands shook. I tried one—nothing. Another—still nothing. “Come on, come on,” I whispered frantically. Finally, the third key clicked. The door creaked open. “Eden,” I whispered. “I’m coming.” The door revealed a dark corridor. I stepped forward, looking for Eden’s cell. I used one hand to trail the wall to keep my balance in the dark. “Eden,” I whispered hoarsely, hoping he could hear me. “Where are you?”

A warrior stands guard beside it, which sends another jolt of dread down my spine. Edwardo knocks lightly. He waits. No response. He pushes the door open. My heart drops straight through my feet. I stumble. Zahra. Oh, my fucking goddess.

Miller shouted Hearing this Eden started shaking in fear and Ella smirked evilly at her. "Daddy please don't send me away. Daddy, please don't lock me in the dark room. The room is dark. Daddy I don't want to stay in dark. Daddy please forgive me" Eden cried but the maid drag her from there and pushed her into the dark store room. Locking the door from outside the maid left from there. Eden bangs the door for some time then sat down on the cold dirty ground when she felt something moving on her legs and hands.

I followed Claire down the central corridor, past a glass-walled conference room where three people sat around a table covered in documents, past a row of closed doors with no nameplates, past a wall of windows that looked out over the city at an angle that made everything below look small and very far away. I had read about this building. I had studied this man's professional history across fourteen pages of notes written at two in the morning. But walking through the space where he actually operated was different. Everything up here had been chosen. Every surface, every place, every degree of silence. At the end of the corridor Claire stopped in front of a door that looked identical to eve

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da

Unyielding. Eden hadn’t entered it in two years. She didn’t slow. Her pace never changed. Because she wasn’t walking with permission. She was walking with certainty. The hallway ahead was sleek glass and graphite. At its center: the biometric gate. A clear archway lined with unseen thresholds that once pulsed red at the first sign of misalignment. Now? It didn’t blink. Didn’t scan. Didn’t even hum. The light above the gate stayed cool white neutral. Open.

“The Old Testament, mainly. You see: there is Moses, receiving the tablets of God.” Caitlin looked closely. She saw angels, demons, people standing with wings….It made her think of her kind. “Yes,” Blake said, reading the thoughts. “Our kind are included. Do you really think a human could have carved these? These doors were carved by one of us.” Caitlin surveyed them in wonder. “My dream…it told me that my father would be behind these doors.” Blake opened one of them. Caitlin pulled back the other, slowly. It was heavy, made of solid iron.