Thousand-year Door Troubles Novels & Stories

It didn't seem to be a natural thing at all, but was artificially crafted. Of course, this was not the reason why Ding Hao felt so shocked. What really shocked him was that on this smooth mirror-like ground, six Huge Bluestone Doors were standing quietly. Each door was more than ten meters high, simple and ancient, with a rough rock texture, as if being washed by running water for countless years. The mottled surface had vaguely painted marks, but Ding Hao couldn't see what it was. Every door was slightly open, with a strong and manic purple aura rushing from the crack of the door.

The double-door is actually just a revolving door, leading nowhere but back inside the arena, which was kind of peculiar. “Is this your own version of strolling around, Zayden? Literally around the same spot.” Andrik sarcastically remarked. “Don’t get smart with me, Andrik. I still feel like drowning you because of what you did during that water game.” Zayden threatened as he leaned on the wall far next to the double door. “I’d be pleased to see you try.” Andrik responded and leaned on the wall next to Zayden but with enough distance.

I heard the sound of their voices, but could not make out what they were saying. There was a keypad next to the door linked to the locking mechanism. The little light blinked red to indicate that the door was locked. I punched in the key and a second later the locks clanged loudly as the door opened, but they had barricaded it on the inside with a bar of solid silver. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't break the door down. I pushed the button on the intercom next to the steel door. “You fuckers have exactly ten seconds to come out of there, or I swear to The Goddess above, I’ll blow this place up with you inside it.

Chapter 134: “Humans shouldn’t interfere with a fight between two wild beasts, now you’re seeking death.” After five minutes, they arrived at the location the guards described, a large, tall, black door with a gold lion door knocker. The kind you find in a palace. To open one of these doors, Immense strength is needed as both doors must be pulled at once. Regal and Aiden, out of reflex, walked on opposite sides towards the door but were stopped by Tess. "I'll do it."

“Yes, Ma’am!” Forty thugs answered together. They strode over to Kaze, trying to grab him. The intimidating scene frightened Sky and made his legs weak. Screech! A loud metallic screech resounded all of a sudden and it came from behind the forty thugs. All of them turned around and saw something shocking. A three-meter door was hurled at them! The screech was because the edges of the door scratched the frame of the entrance. It even spun around in the air, releasing a heavy whir.

The door was a massive, circular slab of iron with a manual combination lock. ​Julian stepped up to it, his forehead pressed against the cold metal. He closed his eyes, his fingers moving over the dial. "He told me the numbers once. When I was ten. He said, 'Julian, if the world ends, remember the year the Thorne name became law.'" ​He turned the dial. 1-8-8-2. ​The tumblers fell with a sound like a gavel hitting a bench. The door groaned open, revealing a small, circular room lined with copper-clad drawers.

She tugged the handle once, twice, testing the resistance. Still locked. Still waiting. She leaned her forehead against the cool wood. Why did she care so much? Why did this feel like the center of something bigger, heavier? A floorboard creaked behind her. Maya froze. “Are you really going to do this again?” Elias’s voice was low, unreadable. She turned slowly. He stood in the doorway, bare chest rising and falling slowly, a pair of dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His eyes weren’t angry.

The walls of the corridor exhibit a pulsing rhythm aligned with the Core's activity, contributing to a faint vibration felt underfoot. Finally, Kael reaches the end of the corridor, where he encounters a pair of stone doors with intricate carvings that appear ancient and layered, indicating that multiple artisans over different periods contributed to the designs. A warm amber light seeped through the cracks of the door frame. The doors have no handles, no visible mechanism to open them, and no response to touch or pressure in the usual way. As he stands in front of the doors, the sound of distant screeches grows closer, prompting him to place both hands flat against the surface of the doors.

Unfortunately, the nearest pharmacy didn’t carry what I needed. When I got back and tried to unlock my door, the key wouldn’t go in. I looked down at the keyhole. It was stuffed full with broken toothpicks jammed inside, packed tight. I crouched down and tried to pick them out with my fingers, but it was useless. Linda. It had to be them again. Anger surged through me. I stood up, took a deep breath, and forced it down. Then I made a call and got a locksmith to come over. It took Mike Donnelly half an hour to dismantle the lock and replace it with a new one.

They swung inward with crushing slowness, stone grinding against stone after a thousand years of silence. Whoever waited beyond those doors was no longer searching for the Hall. They had found it. And whatever possessed the strength to force open a gateway that had remained sealed for a millennium was powerful enough to make even Lyra's expression harden with unmistakable concern.