When God Close The Door Novels & Stories

- Okay, thank you for answering in the name of God. By the way, I think you're still my god... Only Greek. When I'm by your side, it's like nothing else exists, just you and me. He placed his finger on a panel on the door, causing it to automatically open. - Okay, should I cut your finger when I need to get in? That's it? - I started to laugh. - I'm God! He yelled, opening his arms as he entered and the lights automatically turned on.

"Shut those damn doors!" And I heard the doors closing behind me.

"Picture a door in your mind. A strong door that you can close. The voices are on the other side." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to visualize what he was describing. A door. Heavy wood, maybe. With a solid lock. "That's it," Ace encouraged. "Now close the door. Push it shut." I imagined myself pushing against the door, throwing my weight against it. The voices became muffled, then quieter. "Good girl. Now turn the lock." The mental click was almost audible. Suddenly, blissful silence filled my head. I opened my eyes, gasping like I'd been underwater. "Oh my God."

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da

She said as she pushed open the door and took a step out. “Haven.” He pleaded. “No, Mack. I never wasted my time with you except maybe right now and the past few days. I guess maybe it would be best if I just stay out here from now on. I mean, I don’t want to get in the way of any of your plans.” Haven said as she stood there looking at him, and then she began to close the door. She didn’t wait once it was almost closed. She turned and started out of the room only to find herself pulled back into the room and in his arms.

I shouted, horrified. He stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Stop screaming, for the love of God!” he snapped, and rushed toward me, “I closed it to hide from the girls. Just go and open it and get out!” “Just go and open it?!” I cried out, both hands covering my mouth as I stared at him in disbelief. I looked at the ceiling for the heavens to show me just an ounce of mercy before turning my gaze back to him. “That door does not open from inside.” I said in a slow, low voice like trying to explain ABCD to a child, “Once that door is locked, it can only be opened from outside.”

She fell to her knees, blood pouring from her eyes, her mouth, and her hands. “No…” she whispered. “I… I was so close to it…” “You were never close,” I said, standing over her. “The Door doesn’t open for the strongest. It opens for the most trustworthy.” I turned. And placed my hand on the Door. Runes bloomed across its surface,blue, silver, crimson then dissolved into light. The Door swung open. Not with a roar. Like it had been waiting for me all along. Inside, there was no throne.

I whisper. “I love you,” the Goddess says, raising her hand and brushing my cheek with her fingertips. “Carry that knowledge your whole life. I will see you again,” she promises, and I cling to that prophecy just a little, “but until then – carry my love.” And then, as Roger and I watch, my mother passes through a door in the back of the room – a door that I swear was not there a moment ago – And she’s gone. Roger and I both stare at the door and then turn, slowly, to stare at each other.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

After it was shattered that day, I never saw the pieces again. They were just… gone. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the familiar sting behind them. I refused to let a single tear fall. In my mind, I could still hear its ghostly melody. A song I thought I'd never hear again. A knock at the door shattered the quiet grief. "Come in." It wasn't a guard. It was Julian. He wore a black suit and held a small velvet box. His gaze drifted to the empty cabinet, lingering for a moment before meeting mine.