Under Lock And Key Miraculous Novels & Stories

Red asked baffled. Rinzen shot her a sarcastically sassy look, "Well for one thing it could be charmed as a teleportation device", he stated dryly, much to her embarrassment. "And well, there are Explosive Envelopes, magical triggers, and non-magical triggering kinds out there. If I even touched one, I don't want to imagine what could have happened", he stated, "Anyway half of it is training the other half is basic common sense. Firstly it was midnight, second of all my room is on the third floor, shielded from view and I've had everyone I know and trusted to shield it from here to kingdom come, it's warded and sealed and it only has one key", he paused, "Me", he confessed, "The only way you

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

It gleamed with a sickening, iridescent white sheen against the dark silver. "It's a resonant lock," Miller explained nervously, keeping his back pressed flat against the rock wall. "It doesn't use tumblers or digital code. It reads the specific magical frequency radiating off the bone setting. Vane designed the wards himself. You have to press the bone setting perfectly flat inside the groove, and turn the silver band clockwise." Fennigan tightened his grip on the silver ring, preparing to step forward and jam it into the titanium door. "Wait! Alpha, stop!" Miller shrieked, throwing his hands over his head as if expecting the door to explode.

A good mother. She’d just married an awful person. A monster. And she’d been put in an awful place. A prison on an island. “I promise,” I said. And I meant it. “But Murietta. How will we do this?” She reached into her pocket then and pulled out a large, silver key. “It’s the master key,” she told me. “I stole it from Demetrius. It unlocks EVERYTHING.” “Everything?” I asked, astonished. “Everything,” she confirmed. “Now, can any of you fly a helicopter?”

When his father turned towards the door, he frowned and shook his head. “That’s not possible Max” Jon said “There’s only one key and I have it. No one else can get in” “Dad, I’m telling you, the door was open!” Max said, his body walking up to the door “No Max, your father’s right” Carrie said with a frown “There’s only ever one key that gets passed to a new keeper. This is that door we told you about, the room that helps us with a book. As a fail-safe, the door automatically closes and locks itself. It’s enchanted to do that”

I whispered " There is no use, we can’t possibly find the key. " I kept looking at the lock, thinking of what I could use to break it when Liv told me to step aside, she examined the lock for some minutes before she spoke " I think I have seen a key in the pantry before. Babe do you remember when we first found the music box, wasn’t there a key under it " " Oh yes, there is a key there " " I will go get it, " I said as I stood up " Wait you can’t go alone, what if something happens, " Liv said

But the box was locked, and the padlock was brand new and wouldn’t be easy to break. I quickly looked around the room, spotting Margaret’s jewelry box on the vanity again. Indeed, upon checking inside and shoving aside the diamonds and jewels, I found a false bottom within which was held a single, nondescript key. They really did make this too easy, I thought to myself as I slipped the key into the lock and it popped open with ease. I lifted the lid, and the talisman began to vibrate to an almost unbearable degree. And there, just sitting there, ready to be taken, were the three artifacts.

They seemed unusually cheerful, their voices filled with glee as they discussed how much money they were about to make. Peeking out cautiously, I saw the leader, a bald man with a gruff demeanor, directing his men as they carried a bulging sack. The sack wriggled—it wasn't just cargo. I didn't know how Stephen managed it, but he cried out, "Help!" as he struggled in the sack. The bald man swore loudly, "Dang it! Didn't you shut his mouth up properly?" His men scrambled to silence the voice, shoving the sack into the stairwell of their building.

“There is.” The words settled like a blade against bone. Margaret stared at him. “That’s impossible.” Maxwell didn’t blink. “Father told me when I was twelve.” Silence. Samuel’s voice trembled. “Told you what?” Maxwell’s eyes remained on the burning Manor feed. “Founder Lock was never a single-point override.” Jonathan’s pulse sharpened. “Dual authentication.” Maxwell nodded once. “One key activates. The other commands.” Margaret shook her head. “I held the Founder’s Key for twenty years.”

Vance sobbed once, and the sound did not belong to a villain. The Locksmith's keys began to shake. Katherine saw it. "You know," she said. The Locksmith stood. "No review proceeds until the table is secured." Too late. The brass key on his wrist unlocked by itself. A small door opened in the tabletop. Something black pushed one finger through from beneath. Before the brass key moved, the room tried one last ordinary cruelty. It offered Jack proof that the Locksmith was useful.