Witch Door Novels & Stories

I agreed and fell asleep quickly. It seemed like I wasn’t asleep for more than a few minutes when I was suddenly back in that room with my sister and now, two brothers. They were all shackled to the floor. I did notice that the window was no longer tall, but wide. One of them had turned the window sideways, and I know why. During the era of the Salem Witch Trials, the houses in the affected areas started being built with one window at an odd angle or sideways. It was called a Witch’s Window because a witch wouldn’t be able to fly through it on her broom. It was a human attempt to deter witches from entering their homes.

Holds the doorknob and opens it with a single swoop. "Aaaaa!!!"

Demetria scanned the door, looking for any clues to help her open them. They were made from solid wood and decorated with dragon figures in every corner and the middle. The beasts had all their heads turned to the center. The dragons looked like they were carved directly from the same piece of wood as doors. Demetria kneeled to peek through the keyhole, but to her utter surprise, she found nothing there. The girl stood up, annoyed. That door had no keyhole, which meant there was no key that could unlock it. Then, how the h*ll, anyone could use it?

She nodded and fluttered up off of the bowl bed. A ghost of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he turned to a particular stone wall that seemed to jut out unnaturally from the rest. As Twillow looked at it she realized it was a stone door set in a channel. Kendrick put his hands against the stone and with a mighty pull he slid it aside. Twillow's wings almost paused mid-flight from the tremendous feat of strength he made seem so effortless. The stone was almost as tall as he was and she couldn't begin to guess how much it weighed and he'd moved it aside as simply as one would open a door. Kendrick ducked under the doorway he'd just opened and disappeared. Twillow paused for a mom

“Do what you can, Master Zhan. A regular person cannot enter my chamber, let alone a foreigner like you.” Dongyue took a step forward, sticking around to see if there were any snares. He had heard folk stories of such traps being used to keep thieves or meddlesome strangers out of strong wizards’ properties, but he had never got the chance to witness a trap setting itself off due to intruders. After his encounter with the witch’s magic, he had no qualms that he would get lucky and her spells would not have any adverse effect on him. When nothing happened, he just gave the door a push, and it opened. In those eras, the doors did not have handle or doorknobs, and it was easy to get into anothe

"Switzer... we are all gonna die in the next minutes" "The entrance is sealed up" Stella replied to Switzer. And Switzer quickly stare at the door very well. Because it is obvious that he is not yet seeing the door clearly. Besides the door is made of glass, and the glass are so clean that it and the air are the just the same. So it will always appears like it is opened and did not even have any door. But it will only be recognizable only when the person is too close to the entrace. So when Switzer calmly stared at the door, he discovered that the door was locked.

In slender, wispy numbers it wrote, '123' Dawn handed me the key with the same number inscribed at the top, "you take this room, I'm only two doors down if you need me! See you at five-thirty!" I wanted Dawn strut down two doors and wiggle her fingers in a sort of gesture to say, 'goodbye.' As she stepped inside and disappeared behind the gigantic oak-wood door, I sighed and started to fumble with the key. I quickly fit it into the lock and twisted, only a bit surprised when it opened suddenly.

she said “ Then I will rip that” Slyvia said and took a step forward when the sound of their gate opening stopped her. Taylor exchanged looks with his wife and children, they were the only one that know the pass key, they switched their attention to the door and started walking out when the door opened and Dorian Bowers entered. “ Good evening, Mr and Mrs Bowers” he said, his eyes flicking over them. “ Dorian” Taylor exclaimed “ when did you return?” “ Some days back

Moana’s POV The secondary gates were massive, twin slabs of ancient mountain oak that had been iron-shod by Lana Vance’s newly organized forge crew. They stood at the throat of the middle tier, a vital line of defense that separated the residential quarters from the outer cattle pens. For a decade, passing through these gates meant enduring a screeching, metallic protest that signaled to the entire valley that someone was moving between the worlds of the privileged and the damned. Now, as Eldrick pushed the heavy left timber back with a single, casual press of his palm, the gate swung on its fresh oil-slicked hinges in absolute, ghost-like silence.

I said, “did you break the building?” A shuffle, “Adriano?” “Who else?” A little gasp, “Open the door! It’s... it’s stuck!” “Oh no,” I dragged the words, “What did you do?” “I didn’t do anything!” she said, like she was about to cry and scream. I took the time to pull a thin tool from my pocket, slid it between the door and the frame. One twist. One flash heat from the micro-torch hidden in my watch. The wedge dissolved like sugar.