When God Closes One Door He Opens Another Novels & Stories

"Because whatever created you..." She stepped backward. "...is older than the universe." The golden door opened another inch. A deep heartbeat echoed from the other side. Boom. Emily felt it in her chest. Boom. Kael grabbed her hand. Boom. The First Mother whispered: "It's awake." Emily looked at Kael. "What happens if that door opens completely?" He shook his head. "I don't know." The First Mother answered for him. "Everything ends." Emily looked at her. "You said I was supposed to open it."

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.

Is he gone again? I sighed. I get up to get ready for school and the first thing I do is to keep my bed in good condition. Last night, I remember as I fell asleep, he stayed. Guess I need to make myself always ready to accept that God always disappears and comes back whenever he likes to. But what if he is not coming back? I feel an ache in my chest, as if I was suffocated by its bitterness. Come now. Wake up. I said to myself, patting my cheeks. You are both in a different world. And you are just a puny human. Forget about that. Try to change the view and feel someone who is more human.

he said. The door surged wider. And I realized in horror It wasn’t asking for a sacrifice. It was choosing one. --- The door is closing. The threshold is deciding. And only one of us is meant to walk back into the world.

Something deeper. Something bigger. The sky above cracks again. Not wide. Not open. But enough. A thin line. Silver. Alive. My breath catches. No. I was trying to close it. Not open it. The figure smiles. And this time, I understand why. Because I did not seal the door. I just knocked on it again. And something on the other side… is answering.

And I do not look away. Because whatever comes next— We will not be unprepared again. But deep down— I know the truth. Preparation might not be enough. Because some doors— Once opened— Do not close. They wait.

"They will insist on playing loud music and games during the height of the zombie outbreak! And they won't stop even when you tell them to!" "They're also going to eat up all of your rations and then eat your pets too!" "Don't you ever open that door! It's your last line of defense against them!" The knocking on the other side of the door continued, and my vision somehow felt like it had just been attacked by a virus with how the live comments kept popping up non-stop. Yet, all of them warned me not to open the door at all costs. I carefully withdrew my hand, feeling my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

Tender, almost. “You asked me if I believed in demons,” he said, slinging the strap over his shoulder. “The first lie they tell is that they don’t exist. The second is that they do and you are already theirs. Believe neither. Believe in doors you can close.” “Even this one?” Gabe said, tapping his chest once, above the old wound with the new weight. “Especially that one,” Frank said. The library door latch clicked—no wind, no hand—just an old building adjusting. Both men looked. The murals pretended not to.

Sell it to someone else. And just like that, I put my phone down. Some doors don’t deserve to be reopened.

"He has me." "Oh yes, the witch," Lyssa purred. "The one who opened the door. Tell me, little witch—do you know what you've done? Really know?" "I opened a gateway to hell," I said. "I know. I'm here to close it." "You can't close it," Lyssa said, and there was genuine amusement in her tone. "Not anymore. The door has been open too long. It's grown roots. Spread. By now, it's not just one door anymore—it's dozens. Hundreds. Little cracks in reality all over this town, all over the world, all letting darkness slip through."