The Elevator Game Novels & Stories

The emergency elevator went down slowly and it was so quiet it felt like we were being squeezed. Each floor we passed felt like a warning bell reminding us that we were getting away from our son. Alexander's head hurt a lot like a drum was beating inside it. He was really scared. Eleanor held his arm tightly. Her eyes looked really sad but she also looked determined. The black pawn in Alexander's hand felt cold and creepy. It reminded us of the scary game we were playing without wanting to.

"If that stuff hits the open circuits, this whole floor goes up in an electrical fire." "Then we leave," Chalida said, eyeing the elevator doors. They were sliding open, but instead of the hallway, a wall of static flickered on the lift’s internal screen. "We can't go down," Pim said, realization dawning. "The elevator is wired into the system. If we step inside, it’ll drop us to the basement, where the secondary server is. It wants to contain us." "Then we jump," Chalida said, nodding toward the balcony.

Malcolm said in a doting tone. Marilyn rolled her eyes at him. She glanced at the elevator and was puzzled. "Malcolm, is the elevator broken? Why is it still on the first floor?" Marilyn said, pressing the upward button with her slender finger. The elevator did not lift up. They had been chatting just now, and Marilyn had forgotten to take a look at it. Malcolm went over to take a look. As expected, it was still on the first floor. He smiled and was complacent in his mind, "Lynn, you will never be able to defeat me."

The elevator was a cage of ornate iron, hanging by massive chains that disappeared into the darkness above. Kaelen stepped toward the control panel. He pressed his bleeding palm against a smooth obsidian plate. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a low hum vibrated through the floor. The obsidian plate began to glow with a deep, pulsing violet light. The blood on Kaelen’s hand was absorbed into the stone, and with a groan of ancient gears, the elevator began to rise.

I looked down at the screen to see a new text from Adrian. “Use elevator number three and bring your pretty ass over to the rooftop.” I glared at the screen. Fuck you, Adrian. I rushed toward the third elevator and pressed the button. The doors slid open instantly, and just as I stepped inside and pressed the button for the rooftop, the app must have been dialed up to a higher setting. A heavy, throbbing sensation hit me full force, making me groan out loud as the elevator began to rise. My knees went weak, and I had to press my back against the mirrored wall of the elevator just to stay upright while the intense pleasure washed over me.

Chapter 125: The Sovereign Vault The elevator went up fast through Vane Tower but it did not shake. The air inside the elevator felt thin because it was moving quickly. The floor numbers on the wall were changing fast. 60, 70, 80. Julian was in control.

He crashed against the rusted iron frame of the elevator, half-conscious, his golden eyes flickering wildly. I grabbed the director by the throat with a shadow tendril, but he managed to throw himself inside the lift, slamming his hand onto the emergency ascent button. “Dominic!” I screamed, diving into the elevator car just as the heavy, reinforced iron security gates slid shut, locking us inside the steel cage. The elevator groaned, its massive gears grinding as it began a rapid, high-speed ascent up the vertical shaft, moving away from the deep mines and toward the uncharted human corporate sectors above.

"My story, let me tell it…Thumberlina.” I found myself smiling at the interaction. "What floors?" Livvy immediately looked embarrassed. "Oh my God, we've been talking and haven't even moved." She pointed. "Thirteen for me." Then gestured vaguely behind her. "Twenty-one for Val." I pressed both buttons and the doors closed, starting our upward climb. Livvy glanced around the elevator. "Can I ask something?" "Sure." "Why is this elevator empty when the other ones looked like people were being packed for shipment?"

The frozen operatives at the tunnel entrance instantly snapped back into motion, their submachine guns unleashing a barrage of silent, blue kinetic pulses that tore through the stone floor. Vikram and Devashish dove headfirst into the open iris of the elevator shaft, followed closely by Anaya. Kabir jumped in last, slamming his fist against the interior emergency close button just as a kinetic round grazed his shoulder. The brick segments violently snapped shut, cutting off the gunfire and plunging them into a rapid, smooth descent into the depths of Geneva. As the elevator hurtled downward, the digital display on the glass wall flickered to life, bypassing normal floor numbers and displayin

Stella accompanied them inside armed, Mrs Smith held a gun to Mr Mc Millan as he led them to his bedroom, he pushed the king sized bed and unlocked a hidden door when his bookshelf split into two parts. The door led to an elevator, Mrs Smith and Stella thought it foolish for an elevator to be inside a non-skyscraper, let alone an upstairs building, and this small house. They got in and were more surprised when it kept moving downwards until the last floor underground. "How did you do this?" Mrs Smith asked as the elevator stopped and they came into a beautiful and wide room. "Do what?" Mr Mc Millan feigned misunderstanding. "You know the heck what I'm talking about!" Mrs Smith frowned.