Thousand-year Door Troubles Novels & Stories

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Zark, following Keil herself; Walking through the throne room towards the exit, he came to the front of a large door on the other side of the room. Rising more than seven meters, this masterful double door was meticulously engraved with an Angel on the right panel and a demon on the left panel. The engraving was so vivid that he felt like they might jump out of the door and start attacking. As if the door had some kind of consciousness, it slowly opened automatically.

I said softly, before closing the door behind me. I walked down the long hallway, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the empty halls. The mansion was vast, and I had always felt a sense of unease whenever I walked through it. But tonight was different. Tonight, I had a purpose. I reached the end of the hallway and stood in front of the door to the room on the west side of the mansion. It was a massive door, made of solid oak. It had been years since anyone had opened it, and I could see the dust and cobwebs covering the surface. But I wondered how Lotus was able to enter without opening this door. The door had been sealed for many years. Even when one of my slave tried to escape and t

This was so frustrating! Having no choice however, we kept on walking. If we were going to get where we were going, we would need to use our time wisely and we certainly didn't have a lot left. A couple of minutes later>>>>>>>>>> After walking for what seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived at two huge doors. They were magnificent. At seventeen feet tall, they had to be the tallest doors I had ever set my eyes on. The doors were made of bronze and seemed to have a lot art sculpted into it. In a few words, they were breathtaking. As we walked closer to the door, I saw two huge knights who opened the door.

Good. They rode for three days through terrain that hadn’t existed in a thousand years. Places erased from history. Forests of glass. Rivers that flowed backward. A field of statues that screamed if you stared too long. And on the fourth morning, they reached it. The Gate of Forgotten Things. It was just a door. No more than ten feet tall, standing alone in the center of a dead plain. But it pulsed. And whispered. Kael stepped forward. The mirror in his satchel shattered.

EPISODE 1 — THE LOCKED DOOR The door did not advertise its secrets. To all appearances, it was merely another barrier in the lower wing’s endless stretch of corridors—dark oak swollen with decades of damp, iron hinges corroded into orange fuzz that flaked at the slightest touch, a brass handle worn smooth as river stone by generations of hands whose owners were now dust and memory. But when Isadora’s fingers wrapped around that cool metal, the handle pulsed with a vibration that traveled up her arm like a live wire finding ground, and the air itself seemed to thicken around her shoulders.

I could hear noises coming through the thick wood. “Ah… yes, right there… don't stop, Jeff…” It was a heavy, breathless moan. My stomach did a violent flip. I froze, my hand trembling as I hovered it over the door handle. I told myself to turn around. I told myself it was just a misunderstanding. But then another voice spoke, and it cut through me like a knife.

And somewhere beyond the mountains… A door that had remained sealed for one thousand years… Slowly began to open.

A loud metallic click echoed through the underground chamber. Nothing happened. Then… The entire vault vibrated. Ancient gears groaned somewhere inside the mountain. Dust drifted from the ceiling. The steel door slowly began to move. Victor released a long breath. “So it still works.” Aurora frowned. “You’ve never opened it?” “No.” His answer came immediately. “Only the rightful heir can.” The massive door slid aside. Darkness waited beyond. Cold. Silent. Untouched for twenty-six years. Alexander switched on a flashlight.

"They lead toward that sealed stone door. The fortress records say it has never been opened in generations." Riven stood beside him. "Then we open it now. The pulse came from behind it. I feel the bond reacting." Lucien touched the door. "The crystal in Mara's room burns hotter when we get close. Whatever waits inside knows we are here." Riven pushed against the stone. "Together then. Push on three. One. Two. Three." The door groaned but did not move. Lucien added his strength. "It feels stuck by more than age. The Hollow Moon marks it somehow."