The Secret Of Platform 13 Novels & Stories

"But it's not for people. It's for window washers." [The Climb] Sebastian stood on the automated window-washing platform, suspended 80 floors up. The wind whipped his coat. The platform was locked down by the FBI. But Sebastian opened the control panel and hotwired it in ten seconds. HMMMMM. The platform started to rise. He reached the 88th Floor. His private penthouse office. He looked through the glass. It was empty. The furniture was covered in white sheets. It looked like a mausoleum.

“You usually let other people handle these things.” Marcus paused at the door. “This time…” “…I want the key personally.” The Platform The subway train slowed. Brakes screeched. The doors opened at the Midtown station. Ethan stepped onto the platform first. Lila and Noah followed. The station was quieter than the previous one. Only a few passengers stood nearby. Noah glanced around. “So what’s the plan?” Ethan looked toward the stair exit. “There’s a secure server facility three blocks from here.” Lila frowned.

She warned him, "If you're going to continue this way, I might have to call security." Edward was furious, but he knew that this wasn't the way to go about it. If not, things would get ugly. He glared at Chuck's door and said reluctantly, "Alright, tell him that I need to talk to him." … However, within the following week, something happened to the platform before Edward even had the chance to talk to Chuck privately. That night, the entire platform went down. The users couldn't log in. All they saw was a blank page. Soon, news of Well Spring Pharma's platform being down spread online like wildfire. At that moment, no one would have thought that the problem was much worse than it seemed.

They wouldn't feel anything from me, I could bank on that. I pulled off the receipt stuck to the bag and handed it to one of the wolves standing there. He had a few inches on Cash but his broadness paled in comparison. His dark sunglasses almost looked ridiculous in the dimming of the day. He looked over the receipt, but something chimed in his ear piece. He lifted his glasses to look at me, then flatly told me 13th floor. I nodded okay. I stifled my giggle. Due to most buildings omitting a 13th due to superstation or structural issues, it was ironic that a building owned by an Other would have a 13th floor.

A red notification was flashing across the top of my encrypted messaging app. *SECURITY ALERT: LEVEL 4 BREACH* *LOCATION: ASHBOURNE CENTRAL ARCHIVES - SECTOR 7* *UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED: ACCESSING RESTRICTED PATRICK / MOONBLOOD HISTORICAL FILES.* My blood ran cold. Sector 7 was where the deepest, most sensitive records of the pack were held, including the original, unedited files on the night Elvina’s biological parents were slaughtered, and the sealed documents regarding her true bloodline.

He told me it belonged to the original Covenant. He had kept it hidden for twenty-one years. I asked what it opened. He said the fourth platform. Ethan looked at him. His expression changed. He said the fourth platform had never been active. My grandfather nodded. He said that was because the fourth successor wasn't created to operate the Covenant. He was created to shut it down. Ethan stared at the platform. Then he walked toward it. The moment he stepped onto it, the entire chamber changed. The lights turned white.

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

What she did not know was that just beyond the stone wall beneath her palm lay another world entirely, a secret realm completely severed from the outside. There was no darkness of dense forest here, no perilous traps or formations, no biting cold wind. There was only faint golden vapor drifting through the air like thin mist, warm and pure, carrying a life-renewing, healing power. At the center of the secret realm floated a Marble Platform about half a person's height tall. Its jade-like surface was lustrous and translucent, radiating a gentle glow that bathed the entire space in warmth and serenity. Carl lay quietly upon the stone platform.

One in Lagos, one in Tokyo, one in Rio, one in Dubai, one in Toronto, and so on, thirteen points on a map, forming an old pattern that had once ruled empires. They came. Not by teleporting. Not by flying. But by stepping through their own private portals: a mirror, a flame, a shadow, a dream. When the last one arrived, a ring of women surrounded Olivia on the monastery balcony. Thirteen leaders. Thirteen empires behind them. Thirteen reasons to fear what came next. The highest among them, the Arch Priestess Zara of Marrakech, CEO of a multinational conglomerate by day, keeper of ancient rites by night, folded her arms and said bluntly,

In his intoxicated, frightened express, George's previously believed was to not tell anybody that Michelle had kicked the bucket in the wake of having s*x with him. Furthermore, along these lines, this blockhead covertly removed her from the principal floor room. That was correct. George had been in one of the rooms Luke hadn't opened when he and Jemina went searching for a room. Martha's pool was certifiably not a completely rectangular pool. The pool bended in one corner, and was isolated from the fundamental pool by a stone stage.