Witch Door Novels & Stories

I pressed it. With a low, almost silent mechanical hiss, the panel slid smoothly to the left. The dim, amber LED strips flickered to life along the baseboards, casting a warm, familiar glow down the narrow passage. A wave of dizzying relief washed over me. He hadn't locked it. He hadn't changed the codes. The gateway was still wide open. "Just a quick look," I whispered to the empty darkness, stepping into the passage. The panel slid shut behind me, sealing me into the quiet, sound-absorbing artery of the mansion.

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.

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:

So he resorts to an extreme solution to give it what it wants by all means. Lifting his leg, Zeedar uses his wolf strength to kick the door. The latter doesn’t budge. Unlike the newly-installed windows in the lower halls that are quite weak, the doors are old and heavier, made of strong wood. To bring one down would be a hassle, but Zeedar is determined to try, as he relentlessly jams his foot on it until someone hugs him from behind and pulls him away from the door. Zeedar makes to attack the door again before Zechariah slides into his line of view, halting him in his tracks.