The Prison Door Novels & Stories

"You know us. Your blood knows us. Your line is the key, and the key is starting to rust. The prison is beginning to crack." The front door vibrated. It wasn't being pushed from the outside. The pressure was coming from within the wood itself, as if a great force lived behind it. The wood began to warp inward. Hairline fractures appeared in the center. "Let us meet, lost brother. Let us unite what was separated by old oaths and petty fears." The cracks in the door widened. Through the gaps, Siron saw not the apartment corridor, but a thick, moving, breathing darkness. And within that darkness, something glittered, eyes? stars?, a deep silver, identical to the flash in his own eyes moments ag

Flynn ordered curtly. "Mr. Flynn, please reconsider!" Armand looked serious as he added, "The Penhams in the Holy Gr—" "I said open the doors!" Flynn interrupted icily. Armand sighed heavily and did as told. He opened the main doors of the underground prison. As the reinforced metal doors—at least a foot thick—swung open, the dust and soil accumulated over many years fell down. A pungent smell rose immediately from the underground prison. By the pale moonlight, Nexon and Avery could faintly see that there was a man in the pitch-black underground prison.

"You may go in, Thank you With that the large doors opened, the metal clanking against each other. And we entered inside. Little did I know it was going to be a pit of hell for me. Little did I know these gates were actually my prison bars. And little did I know I was going to be caged here. Forever!

Ex-military with an intimidating build and absolute loyalty to Daniel. "Security?" Alina almost laughed—hysterical. "Security from what? This is prisoner detention, not protection!" "I'm just following orders, Ma'am." "Mr. Harris, please—" "I cannot open the door without authorization from Mr. Blackwood. Sorry, Ma'am." Footsteps walking away. Alina stood there, staring at the solid wooden door that was now literally a prison. Her legs weakened. She slid down, sitting on the floor with her back against the door, staring at the room with empty eyes.

Nothing could get in or out. Meaning my wolf could not sense Valerie, nor smell her through the stone. Thinking back to it, the dungeon most certainly would have been the most convenient place to keep someone captive. One of the most heinous qualities of the place was its door. The door was sculpted from a round, flat slat of stone, an had been designed so as to only open from the inside. Using this design, my father insured that no one would ever have the capability of freeing my grandfather…or the treacherous Beta, Noah Wilson.

Time passed slowly within the confines of her prison, the weight of anticipation hanging in the air. Hours later, the door creaked open once more, shattering the silence that enveloped the room. Hera's heart skipped a beat, her eyes darting towards the entrance. She expected to see a guard ready to collect the empty tray, but to her surprise, it was different this time. The guard stood there, a stern expression etched upon his face, offering her a chance at freedom. "Stand up," he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion. "You have twenty seconds to walk out of this door. Don't try anything foolish."

DAMON "Ah, finally!" Basiton exclaimed as the prison doors slid open. Selena gestured to the men who guarded the doors, asking them to leave after locking the door from outside. While I saw no sense in that, I said nothing and followed her loud footsteps as she walked into the room with the cemented floor. Contrary to what my imagination thought, the prison wasn't old and moldy. Neither were the beds rusty and disgusting. And no, there was no bucket in the corner filled with the remains of the men's bowel movements.

Following it, it took me down into a basement. Clearly, this is where they kept the disobedient humans when they weren’t playing ball, back in the days where this was acceptable and legal. Walking through quietly, In case Donny had anyone here, Guarding his prisoner, I came to a door. It was locked. Stepping back a few steps, I ran forward, putting all my weight on my shoulder and smashed the door open. There he was. ‘Shit, Chris!’. I ran over to him, Falling at my knees and started untying the binds on his wrists. I removed the gag from his mouth, ‘Chris? Chris, are you ok?’ He didn’t answer me. ‘Shit!’.

Crossing the large steel gate then finally crossing another lane which was smaller than the first one, in that lane, the guards have been standing in each corner looking straight, the meek young omega's hands shivered as the guard spared him a cold gaze before walking near the main steel gate. Finally, the last gate has the ten strongest steel locks over it, the same gate that was guarded by the most strongest guard of their pack. The tall man spare a nonchalant void of any sympathy gaze to the scared guy and opened the gate allowing the servant to enter the darkroom. There was nothing in the prison except for a dirty mattress across the darkroom which was placed over a stage-like place and

The prisoners’ bodies went completely limp with horror. “You can’t stress me like this and expect to just walk free,” I growled, my voice dropping into an icy whisper. “Don’t take it easy on them, Brano.” I chuckled softly and stepped out into the corridor with my men. “Please! No! Please!” they screamed, their voices instantly cut off as the heavy steel door slammed shut. It wasn't even up to a minute before the soundproof door leaked their muffled, agonizing screams. “Fucking bastards,” I muttered, wiping a drop of their blood from my cheek.