The Prison Door Novels & Stories

The guard’s voice ripped through the air: "GATEKEEPER!" With a deafening, thunderous roar, the massive gate began to descend. As it lowered, the inner courtyard was revealed inch by inch. The prisoners were a mosaic of distraction and despair; some prayed and chanted, others dissolved into heaving sobs, while some spat curses and insults at the stone walls. Lara, however, belonged to the silent ones. Externally, she was paralyzed by a profound stupor, unable to reconcile her reality: she was standing on the threshold of a prison—a place that was not her home...

As according to the news that went on about this place for years, though no one actually knew how this place looked like except prisoners who were released back into the city after they had served their time and jailers working here themselves, We all knew that this prison was an inhabitant for very notorious prisoners who had committed very dangerous crimes, not the feeble crime like premeditated murder or actually hiring a person to kill someone like me. To this, my heart raced as I heard the jailer instruct again, “Queue up at the door!” The door was a metal door dressed with thorn bar wires. Except for a person that was a fool, there was no one who wouldn’t know that when a person touche

I touch her clothes and stop her. “Don’t..” She says with a sad smile. I let her go and she begins to climb again. Soon she reaches the top and it is like Jack opens a transparent circular door on the top. Studying how he opens it, I am now armed with the knowledge that there’s actually a door at the top of this prison. It doesn’t look like it when the door is closed because it’s incredibly transparent; but when it is being opened, you can clearly see that it’s a door or some sort of shield.

Alizza entered behind her and hurried to gather the things. "I'm sorry, Nicole. No matter how many times I asked her not to come in, she insisted on doing so." "I apologize, ma'am. Since the office was empty, I thought I could use it." "I have important documents for the company here. How did you even open it?" "I found the door unlocked." "I don't believe it. I'm always careful to lock the door. I kindly ask you not to do it again." Nicole was very annoyed. "I'm sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again," she apologized, pretending to be embarrassed.

“You? You’re just the leash.” The steel door swings open on silent hinges. He doesn’t look back. But his last words echo long after he’s gone. “Sleep well.” The door shuts behind him with a heavy, echoing thud. And just like that, the silence wraps around me again—thicker than before. I hold it together for maybe a minute. Then the tears come. Quiet. Hot. Angry. Because I know what this is now. I’m not just a prisoner. I’m a trap.

When the door finally creaked open, a wave of decay and blood hit them in the face. Ragnar froze in place. The Alpha, who had been shouting about exposing my 'tricks', now stood with a pale face. He was nearly unable to keep his balance. The warden held up a torch and shook his head. “I’ve been running this prison for years. I’ve never seen a werewolf corpse rot like this. Who knows how long she's been locked up in here? “This cell should never have been in use! It shouldn’t have started leaking poisonous gas either. If I had known someone was in here, I would’ve arranged patrols and meals. At the very least, I would've made sure she didn’t rot to death without anyone knowing.”

Everything shattered against it, it is as solid as the bedrock beneath the earth, it defied leverage, defied magic, defied will. Do you know why I asked you not to put too much force to it?” he asked. I shook my head. “Because these doors were made to give the prisoner few attempts, if you continue to use force on the door, it will release an electrifying mechanism, and you know how dangerous it will be especially with this water here.” I kept quiet and put my head on the steel door. Walls beside us is dripped in water, even the water that is leaking out through the door, looks fierce, it seems as though if they should open the door, it will rush until it drowns us all.

And the Door was locked back. It was like a movie about fifty minutes I had been locked in a far away prison. The room was dark so I couldn’t see anything I closed my eyes and pretended as if my points were locked but my points were unlocked after ten minutes. The prison was silent no one talk to other. All the attention was on me so I laid on the stony ground for almost one hour and I didn’t make a sign that I was ok. I heard that there was some noise at the back of the gate. I thought maybe they were bringing some new arrest. But they were locking the gate for the nest ten years. I was the last person they had brought. About twenty minutes I could still hear the lock of keys and padlocks o

Only the faint crackling of my lamp filled the air as it burned. The stone stairs kept going down until a half-concealed iron door suddenly appeared in front of me. I arched an eyebrow. It seemed that I had finally reached my destination. My slender fingers gently pressed against the handle of the iron door, and with a slight force, the door opened. Before me stood the prison cell guarding Lancaster. The iron door's hinges emitted a rusty and grating sound. "Father!" Lancaster's familiar voice, as annoying as ever, shouted loudly, "I don't want to be locked in here anymore. When will you let me out?"

Then, the group walked deeper along the sand dunes. In less than five minutes, the elder pointed ahead and exclaimed, “Look! There’s something there.” Andrius looked over. At the bottom between two sand dunes was actually a door. The surface of the door was gleaming, obviously worn by endless sandstorms over the years. Above the beam of the stone door were too large words written—Heavenly Prison! “Let’s go!” Andrius was the happiest of all and took the lead to rush over. Clarissa, the elder, and the Poison Alliance members also followed immediately.