Witch Door Novels & Stories

Walking in, I press the button as the little door by the electric gate opens, and I see a man standing outside, security I guess, but I'll get last him, ice already planned my words and everything I'm going to say. "Hello." I greet waving at him and smiling sexily, bit that it's going to help me in this case, but that's what I've got at least for now. "Yes ma'am, how may I help you?" "I'm here to see Cherry. I'm her friend huh." I reply innocently smiling and make a show of checking my pockets, to avoid him seeing my eyes and maybe spotting my lies. "Oh, okay ma'am. When you get to the entrance just knock quietly, you'll be attended to." He says and I mutter a thank you as I smile at him aga

Black Moon Ridge had another door. Harwick did not touch it. He moved the remaining crates away while two guards checked the stone on either side. The narrow iron panel was barely wide enough for one person to pass through. Its edges had been fitted so closely into the wall that I could understand how generations of wolves had walked past without seeing it. Vivian crouched near the latch. “Can it be opened from this side?” Darius asked. “Yes.” “Do not.” Harwick glanced at him.

They were glass block windows, beautiful, but for my current mission, completely useless. I needed some air circulation in here. I could already feel the lack of oxygen getting to me. Funny thing though, I was still standing near the open door. Right on cue, Damon walked over to one of the wooden doors on the wall which, now that I look at it properly, I could tell wasn't actually a door. It didn't even reach the ground. He held the knobs that were on each wooden slab and pulled them back, opening them and revealing a beautiful arched window.

The annex door gave easier than it should have. Voss stopped Adrian with a hand before he could push through. "That's not resistance failure. That's a door somebody left unlatched on purpose." Adrian was already looking past the frame, at the seam where the hinge met the wall. "Claimant corridors run a secondary bolt behind the visible one. If the visible lock gives easy, the second one's still live." He reached past the handle, found the recessed panel exactly where memory said it would be, and thumbed it dark. "There. Now it's actually open."

I don't know where to enter. I gave him a look that says where-is-the -door And I think he doesn't get it. He is still looking at me so I mouthed "Open the Door" while acting as if Im opening the door. 5 seconds later the wall in front of me automatically slides to the right and create an opening to his office. What kind of Vodoo shit he is installing in his office? I will not be surprised if the floor opens up in front of his table if he fires someone.

Chadwick, too, ceased his pace while hiding behind her back. “W-Why?” he asked. Adira put the light on one of the doors in front of them. “There’s a door,” she said. Chadwick wanted to say that they should not open it but that is the only way they can use. So, he shut his mouth while watching Adira rapped her hands around the door handle and slowly pulled open the unlocked door. Eiingggk The door begrudgingly creaked open. The inside looks like what Adira had expected.

I couldn’t smell him nearby, so I knew I had some time before he returned home. I slid the key into the keyhole and unlatched the lock, pulling the drawer open. I gasped when I saw what was inside. It looked like a thin black wand with a dark blue crystal-type ball on top of it. The black wand had leaf-like decals that expanded out, reminding me of wings and a part of it stemmed around the blue crystal holding it into place.

She forced her inner self to co-operate with her. Her flashlight is still on as she can't find switch board so she simply decide to follow that voice and jump from a window if a ghost is there . It is second floor ,only two three bones of her break nothing more happen . She is planning the whole scenerio when her head hit something hard. Her whole system froze. No no , it can't be . It's wall, she thought raising her trembling hands and touch that thing. Gulping down hard she poke at that .

Dorian said. They moved around the north face of the building and the window was there, second floor, a narrow casement with an old iron latch that his father touched and it swung open without resistance and Dorian looked at the drop from the window to the ground and looked at his father and his father made a gesture that said after you with the specific economy of a man who understood this was not his moment, it was his son's. Dorian went through the window.

There was no balcony, just a thin brick wall and a drainage pipe that looked about as sturdy as a drinking straw. Tap. Tap. I stood up, careful not to scrape my chair against the floor. I tiptoed to the window and pulled back the cheap blinds. A face was grinning at me from the other side of the glass. Daxon. He was hanging on to the sill with one hand, his black hair plastered to his forehead by the drizzle outside. He looked ridiculous. And terrifyingly hot. I unlatched the lock and slid the window up. "I have a door," I hissed. "Normal people use the door."