Witch Door Novels & Stories

After entering the passage, I notice the handles specially molded on the back of the hutch to slide it back into place, sealing the passage back off to the eyes of anyone entering the room from the other side. Turning I run smack dab into my little dove as she says to me, “Urijah, I can’t see, it’s too dark.”

I open my mouth to ask him and he puts his finger over my lips stopping me in my tracks. He pulls me with him to the other side of the bedroom towards the wall of windows, surely he can’t mean for us to jump from here, even if we were at full strength that fall is going to cause damage but he pulls me past them and into the bathroom. Now I’m really confused, he pauses before the vanity and then presses a tile to the right, I hear a click of a mechanism releasing and the wall begins to move. How did I never know about this! He cocks his head “Only Damian and I know these exist, I had them installed in case we were ever in a tight spot”

CHAPTER 265 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ ~Mystic Meadow~ A large portal opened in front of the gates of a mansion somewhere on the outskirts of the city. The mansion was painted completely white, and its gates were made of solid gold. Each gate had a large “D” written boldly on it. It was a very popular initial that the Dragnon family used to represent themselves.

The flow of Waltraud Power transformed into multiple azure dragons that rammed into the door one after the other. Boom! Boom! Boom! The force of the collisions shook the entire Historial Palace. Yet, when the shaking stopped, the door still stood in the same place looking completely intact. “Ugh!” The Waitara Path’s soul spirit growled, “Who on earth is keeping the door shut…” “Mr. Waitara!” James had assumed Yehria’s appearance at that point. “Could it be that there is a specific way to unlock the door? Or perhaps the force you used was not right?”

You couldn’t see what was inside, it looked like an illusion spell to make it look like the fog was there. Snow walked right up she grabbed her hey chain looking for one of her any keys, when she did, she took out a pure gold key with the design of fairy wings. She put the lock in the side of the door frame twisting it three times in clockwise, just as she did the door opened pulling a both in a rush.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

"... should we go back to that door later? Who knows, the dead end might disappear, so you can go home!" Adro thought for a moment, then answered, "That might happen. But most likely, the wall will not change. There have been rumors about an old male witch who likes to make magic doors. He can only enchant one door one time. If he has passed through it, the door will return to an ordinary door. However, no one could find the witch's whereabouts." "So, the existence of the witch door is just a rumor?" Grace furrowed her brows. "I and most people thought so, but after this incident, I believe the rumors are real."

Plus point for one of the most successful and wealthy realtors of New York City! They went over to the stairs which lead to the entrance of the house. Now the couple had seen many wonderfully made doors before, but facing in front of them was overwhelming. “As you can see, everything you see here is big. I mean look at the size of this pivot door!” he babbled, swinging open the dark-brown pivot door made with rift white oak—ten feet high, 5 feet wide, and 4 inches thick with a vertical rectangular piece of bulletproof glass at the handle side of the door. Such a sleek entrance for such an astonishing house. The three of them went inside and Mr. Andrews looked around while Mrs. Andrews couldn

darcie greeted and was still thinking how she manage to unlock the door herself "What are you doing here?? You should be with the other maids downstairs" "Sorry ma'am but Keith. ..I mean the young master was the. ....... "I don't need your explanation just go" Mrs wong said to her and she quickly head to the door but stopped "What is she doing or what does she want from Keith room" she thought "I said out" Mrs wong barked at her and she quickly dash away, the door close itself and she looked at the door closely, a tiny machine was placed on the door with numbers and darcie knew it's a security door

No one does. “I’m leaving!” he announces to no one in particular. “None of you can stop me!” I snort. “No one’s trying.” Jack cracks up beside me. “Please let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.” Edison tries to slam the door, but it’s got one of those soft-close hydraulic hinges—the kind that slowly pulls the door shut with a whisper and a sigh. The look on his face when it fails to match his dramatic exit is priceless.