When God Shuts A Door Novels & Stories

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

"Each door holds a truth. Some are small. Some are large enough to swallow you. You must pass through seven to reach the door behind the door. But be warned. The truths behind the doors are not merely memories. They are living things. They have grown in the dark. They have become hungry. And they do not wish to be disturbed." Eliana looked at the twelve doors. Some were closed. Some were ajar. Some seemed to breathe. Door number three, painted a deep ocean blue, was rattling on its hinges. Door number eleven, black as a starless night, was weeping. The sound of it was a low, rhythmic sobbing that matched her own heartbeat. "Why seven?" she asked. "Why not all twelve?"

I put “It could be that something happened to you that night and you chose to seal those memories behind a red door.” I paid attention as Kaden shared. “What is a red door?” I asked. “It's like a wall where we seal our dark and most traumatic memories. Memories of hurt and pain just so we don't have to face them. Most supernatural beings have it.” He explained. “Do you have one?” I ask him, genuinely curious if he had some sort of traumatic memories that he is trying to forget.

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.”

The heavy metal door closed slowly behind them, sealing away its secrets once more. But within their hearts, another door had opened quietly—a door to the truth that could no longer be shut.

"If that thing wants worship, it can help wash bowls." The little god under the stove sneezed ash. Judge Xue murmured, "A surprisingly coherent theological position." That was how the new court survived most days: terror, objection, someone making a practical point, then a rule no one had time to polish before it had to save a life. His eyes opened. Shock. Pain. Then relief. "Then you know names are doors." "I know enough to be tired of doors." He almost smiled. "Your mother split one door into three. Your brother held the dead record. You held the living seal. Ava held the threshold vow."

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.

“Probably what he always says.” “Which is?” “That some doors are better left closed.” He nodded slowly. “And yet here we are, kicking them wide open.” I stood, picking up my coat. “Some doors need to be.”

To leave behind all of Creation and be utterly unmade so as to free the God within ourselves. The Gate itself appeared to have some sort of gravitational pull. The closer we got to it, the more it seemed to draw us in, as though we were boats on an incoming tide. It remained closed for the whole of our approach and, I must confess, the thought of opening it terrified me. I had no idea what would happen if it were to swing wide. What might lie beyond it, or what would happen to all that lay before it on this side. I had even less of an idea how one would go about opening the Gate. What sort of key would unlock it? More importantly, what key would lock it again—and keep it locked—if it were to

I reply He looks at me “Then say it” I meet his eyes “It’s not just power,” I say slowly, choosing each word carefully, “it’s something that was sealed, something that needed a way back, and I gave it one” His expression darkens “You’re not a door,” he says “I am if it can reach this side through me,” I reply The words feel heavier out loud More real More dangerous Kael steps closer now, closing that space between us without hesitation “Then we shut it down,” he says