Novel & Cerita The Doors Of Eden

He grinned and left, then I picked up the chopping stick. “Are you sure he didn't find you in the restroom?” Kisey inquired. He had seen me hurry out of there when I noticed that Eden was searching for me with my scent. “She knows that whoever it is that saved her from the woods is her mate, and she must find him.” I licked my lips, nothing was interesting in this world when you weren't happy. “Now that she's my mate, do you think she won't reject me if she finds out?”

XVI – Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Without a warning, the Princess all but grabbed Eden by the hand before the Queen could say more as she brusquely slammed the door shut behind them. Eden thought her highness would have released her as soon as they stepped out of Her Majesty’s chambers but… but no, the Princess’ grip remained firm and true as she continued to drag Eden far and far away until they were all but running, now in the familiar, empty halls of the west wing, the sound of their footsteps the only noise, reminding Eden just how late it was right now.

Eden snapped at him as she pointed at the door. Getting her taken aback, the door of her cabin pulled back again and Damien walked in. Glancing at them, he asked with a frown, "What's happening here?"

I’m still standing, clutching my cup of hot chocolate in my hands that won't stop trembling. "God, Diana!" he breathes out, throwing his hands up in the air. "Care to tell me what’s really going on with our doors?" My teeth bite the skin in my mouth. I can almost taste my own blood, trying to hold back my shit. I can't believe he’s actually playing dumb. "You care to explain to me, Eden? You deliberately locked every single entrance door to keep me from leaving the house! Who among us needs an explanation?" My voice rises, hitting a pitch I didn't know I had. My skin feels hot, like I’m breaking out in a rage fever.

I was so lost that it was bring back the horrible childhood memories of getting lost in the maze of mirrors at the county festival that came to town every year. We finally came up to these huge double doors. They looked to be made of red oak, with very intricate details carved into them. One door had what looked to be demons and the other door had what looked like angels or goddess on it. Both looking at each other like they were charging at each other, getting ready for a battle.

He nodded and said, “Shall I escort you to your chambers now Madame?” I nodded and together we headed off towards the lower portions of the ship. It was a silent journey and as we walked I reflected on the course of the ship. In the two weeks prior I had flown as instructed to Brazil waited to board the ship docked at the harbor there. As we reached the door of my cabin I took a chance and asked, “Could you at least tell me where we are going?” He paused for a long moment before saying, “I suppose at this point it won’t matter. We are heading for Eden.”

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.

The steel doors they entered through were now sealed—hermetically, judging by the sudden hiss of pressure locking them in. Valeska’s voice echoed again, honey-smooth and venom-laced. > “Don’t bother trying the doors. You’re in my house now, Eden. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” Roman growled, “We need to find the control room. Now.” But Eden didn’t move. Her eyes were still fixed on the boy—no, the weapon. That’s what he was. Another experiment. Another product of Caldera’s twisted vision. “Who are you?” Eden asked, stepping closer to the glass.

The Celestial Abode immediately shrunk and transformed back into a ring, sliding back onto James’ finger. When he appeared outside, he saw a golden light shining on a mountain opposite him. He immediately flashed over to the mountain. When he appeared on the mountaintop, he saw the Divine Door. The Divine Door was 100 meters high and 30 meters wide. The Divine Door was shut closed, and mysterious inscriptions were engraved on it. James walked over. As soon as he got close, he sensed powerful energy from the door. “This is a fascinating door.” James was shocked. He looked around and saw the crowd of prodigies on the mountain. All of them were powerhouses of different races from the universe.

“Let’s just get out of this labyrinth. Thank you.” “As you wish, my lady,” Edison bows down, and then he gestures at a bush that looks entirely normal. “That’s the entrance. It’s a hidden portal that not many people are able to find. I’ve actually eaten every single person that’s been sent here in the past. Sometimes when I get bored, I let them think they have a chance at escaping.” That sentence makes me pause. Not the eating part, but the fact no one has survived after they have been sent here. Does that mean that—