When God Close The Door Novels & Stories

“To stop the Ninth Gate from fully opening.” Hope looked upward. “It’s already open.” “Not completely.” “How much time do we have?” Her daughter looked at the Gate. “Until midnight.” Hope’s heart dropped. “And if it opens completely?” Her daughter answered: “Everything you’ve fought to protect will be rewritten.” Adrian stepped forward. “Then we’ll close it.” Her daughter looked at him. “You can’t.” Adrian frowned. “Why?” “Because the Gate only responds to Hope.” Everyone looked at Hope.

But I'm still not convinced. "How did you get in here?" Kurai's face gives away nothing as he leans over and examines me. He was about to lean closer to me when a pillow slumped on his face stopping him in between. He slowly stepped back, mouth curved into a smirk, "I'm a God, remember?" He turned his back and faced the curtained window. "I can appear anywhere I want, except to that place," he said, almost a whisper. His eyes fixed on an unknown point beyond the starry night.

But, it doesn't. After 5 minutes, the color of the door became red, the tag disappeared but the door is still closed. Guys, if the door will not open it's like losing our hopes that we can get out of here. Losing the chance to go back to our families, Dave exclaimed. Aha! What if we say it in chorus? Let's say the word "COFFIN" together loudly, Kiarra said. I think, we should try to do that guys, she added.

After a moment's hesitation, Caspian said, "I have another question." "Hmm?" "If I use this Door to Hell, will it affect the seal?" Caspian was most worried about this. Handsome's father answered straightforwardly, "It won't. The Door to Hell is the Door to Hell, and the seal is the seal. They have nothing to do with each other. Besides, you can rest assured that the Door to Hell can only devour living beings and won't release ghosts from it. If the guy who put the Gate of Death in your body were really impressive and could summon ghosts from hell at will, he wouldn't end up that way."

One Week Later...... Cassandra stood anxiously in the center of Urlecit's private meeting chambers. She had been called here by the God himself for reasons not disclosed to her. In her mind she had been trying to figure out what his reasons for calling her here could've been. Her mother told her that the Gods were very wary of any offspring of the Goddesses, especially if they couldn't be controlled by them in some way.

Not with this man. Not with a man who made my chest tighten, who made my throat close up with thing, feelings I couldn’t understand. The stairs came into view. My pulse pounded in my ears as I moved faster, my fingers shaking as I reached the bottom. Then thunder cracked again, louder this time, and I jumped. It sounded too close. I clenched my fists, forcing down the panic. “You have to go, Lila. Now.” The words barely left my lips before I reached the doors and shoved against them.

I was taking deep breaths with tears streaming down my eyes. Please help me, God. As if my prayers were answered, suddenly the door opened—a door which I hadn't even noticed until now. It was like the color of the room, so no one would ever be able to guess where the door was. I felt like I was caged inside a large box.

"Only when you cease to run." The door closed with a loud bang.

“Someone—someone is…” “Someone what?” Alpha Gideon demanded impatiently. Aran met his eyes and revealed. “Someone… is opening the door.” “WHAT?!” Blood drained from Alpha Gideon’s face instantly. Opening the white feather door after entering meant death. "Opening Ronan Volkstane’s door?” Aran shook his head, “Opening their own door.” “WHAT?” he roared, “WHO?!”

“If you don’t want to come, get out.” My gaze flicks to the door. For a heartbeat, I actually consider it. My fingers twitch toward the handle—freedom, escape, anything but this. Then his voice drops, low and deliberate. “Step out, and everyone will know you’re an omega.” The words hit like a slap. My chest tightens, fury bubbling hot, but my hand falls from the handle. From the rearview mirror, I catch his smirk—slow, cruel, satisfied. He turns the key, and the car hums to life. The city lights blur past.