Witch Door Novels & Stories

I inquired, my voice laced with concern. Ava met my gaze, her eyes reflecting a moment of contemplation before she responded, "I think I didn't lock the door properly, so the night breeze from the window must have pushed it open." Her explanation eased my unease, and I nodded in understanding. "Good night," Ava bid me before gently closing the door. However, as she shut the door, it failed to latch securely, leaving a gap that remained visible. Sensing her frustration, Ava reopened the door and attempted to lock it once more, but the mechanism seemed to resist her efforts, refusing to secure the door shut.

I look at the door and say; "I am not sure, the bars are now out, but nothing is happening." I walk closer to inspect the doorway again, and as I set unto the flat piece of rock, the seal of the door breaks. Air rushes in at the sides of the door. The ground starts shaking as the door starts moving until it is fully open. We all stand there looking at the entrance. I look at Roman and say; "So, those three bars kept the door from opening. Send the drone." Roman sets the drone on the ground and starts flying into the entrance. Everyone wants the drone to stop and to check out the writing on the wall and the art. I tell them;

he said, low enough that only I could hear it, "it does not get you without going through me first." Sable had drifted closer to the threshold while we spoke, her tracker's eyes moving carefully over the frame of the door itself, and when she finally spoke her voice carried the particular caution she reserved for anything that did not behave the way nature usually did. "There are no hinges," she said. "No mechanism at all that I can find. It is simply stone that decided, at some point, to stop being solid." "That is not a comfort either," Dorian said, moving to stand beside her, his shoulder brushing hers in a way that looked entirely unconscious and entirely necessary at once.

That means whoever is on the other side is either a witch or a fae. I push the door and it makes a little creaking sound. Wincing, I take a step forward, careful to not make any more noise than is necessary, although I'm sure the intruder already knows I am here. Slowly and carefully I close the door behind me, feeling it latch with a satisfying click beneath my fingertips.

Peach barked annoyingly at Eun Woo who left Peach and waved his hand on Alden. Eun Woo turned around and was about to leave but he suddenly stopped and thought about something. Then he looked at Alden as he said, "By the way, Alden, This renovation is happening in the correct time. Look at the face of your door. Your security door is probably about to fall" Eun Woo said and ran away quickly leaving Alden in a deep daze. Peach barked affectionately and Alden really looked at the door. The anti-theft lock of the door originally looked like an ancient relic from the ages and After being kicked yesterday, it was really about to fall.

The red and orange and blue flames danced on the outside while it was smooth on the inside. “Dragons, you guys come first!” the witch announced. Two men strode to the portal. They handed her the money. “Kyrennor!” they both said aloud and entered the portal. Penny watched them disappear on the other side. She clenched her clammy fists. Her chance was about to come. “Come on you demons! It’s your chance now,” said the witch. “Hurry up! The portal will close soon.” The demons ran to her, paid her the money and jumped in the portal after shouting, “Neh Dorthore!”

"Not good. Not bad. Just unpredictable. We check it. Quietly. If it's bad, we leave." They cross together. Maya reaches the door first. Locked. Good. She presses her ear against it. Nothing. No shuffling, no breathing, no low wet sounds that would ruin her evening. There's a side entrance. Metal door, less visible from the street, external hinges. Maya smiles. Not a happy smile. A problem identified, solution pending smile. "Why are you smiling like that?" Dex asks. "Because whoever installed this door did not think about me specifically." She wedges the tip of her knife into the first hinge pin. It's not elegant. It's not fast. But it works, slowly, stubbornly, like most useful things. The

Then he pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the table from where I was standing and sat back down. “Fine,” he said. We sat in silence for a while. Not the silence of two people with nothing to say. The worst kind. The silence of two people with too much to say and no safe place to put any of it. Outside I could hear his warriors doing a sweep of the lodge perimeter. Footsteps on gravel. Low voices. The organised movement of people who were good at their jobs trying to find evidence of someone better at theirs. “The window latch,” Damien said eventually. “It opens with a specific pressure on the lower left corner. It is not obvious from the outside.” He was looking at the table. “Som

Like heaven and luxurious comfort. “Oh my God, Mira.” Vanessa says, looking around. “This place is great.” “Yeah, I definitely agree.” “That’s not all, ladies.” Damon chirps in. “Darth, do me a favour and open up the doors and curtains please.” “Roger that.” Vanessa and I watch as Darth activates a button and the curtains part on a tiny, barely audible whir. Sounds of bolts turning and clicking fill the air as the ginormous doors lift, slowly revealing the world beyond.

The right wing of the house, although clean and well-groomed, appears to be hardly ever used. Renee looked to the left and found a large golden door, curiously she opened the door handle. It seemed hard and stuck, but then after Renee's few tries, the door opened with a little difficulty, with a creaking sound due to the hinges that had not been oiled for a long time.