13 Gates Of Hell Novels & Stories

“Then let’s give them hell.” The demons roared behind us. A fire exploded from the ground. Smoke rose high into the sky, shaping into the symbol of my crown. I pointed to the gates. “March.” Charon jumped onto a beast of shadow and lightning. Thanatos took to the skies with wings of bone and ash. I followed, flames wrapping my feet, lifting me higher. The army moved as one—fast, deadly, without mercy. The first gate we entered into shimmered in the distance. “We tried to break it,” I said. “but that was just a fake door and not the real Spirit World.

I jerked back from the door like it burned me and stumbled silently down the hall. Back to my room. Door closed. Back against it. Heart racing like I’d just run a marathon on a rollercoaster inside a tornado. “What the hell,” I whispered to myself. “WHAT. THE. HELL.” Why did I look??? Why did I stay??? Why is Lucian so… HOLY— I buried my face in my hands. “Elena, you pervert!” But like… it’s not my fault, okay?? They were being LOUD. And the door was OPEN. That’s basically an invitation. Right? Right??

The third door to the right of the black door ends with them exiting at the third door to the right of the red door. The same happens with the fourth and fifth. - We've already passed 10 doors, going in and out. We're not going anywhere. In fact, the last 3 doors we entered really took us nowhere. Empty rooms. I never imagined hell would be so empty. Gary chuckles. - Are you telling me that you have wasted time in your life imagining hell?

They passed by skyscrapers, old buildings, and fancy neighborhoods, it didn’t take long for Halle to realize that they had left the capital, and strangely enough, she had expected that the Stones would live in the capital just like the other high folk. Halle knew she was tired but she was enjoying the view, it counted as a good distraction from her nervously beating heart. Soon the car slowed down when they reached a large gate, maybe the entrance to some fancy rich people's estate of some sort. The gates were a mixture of gold and silver, the small and big metal bars intricately crafted and designed to push, twist, and curve against each other. The gates were beautiful and it made her think

Mitchell placed hers over it. Nikolai laid his palm last. The moment they touched the stone as one, the world shattered. The battlefield vanished. The wind stopped. The sky turned white. They stood in a vast emptiness , not space, not time , something in between. Before them rose three gates of flame. Each gate bore a symbol , a wolf, a dagger, a heart. And before them, a voice, low and endless: Only one may pass. One truth. One lie. One death.

Sighing, Jean chimed in, "That woman is such a nuisance. She's like a leech; you can't shake her off!" After a brief silence, Jack piped up, "If she's dead, her stocks will belong to me." "Is that true?" Jean asked with glee. I trembled violently when I heard the suggestion. Was my husband thinking of killing me? I stood there, frozen. At that moment, a chill swept through my entire body, leaving me trembling uncontrollably. I had never imagined that the man I shared a bed with, the husband I trusted, would be planning to kill me.

“Where is she now?” Zevran’s eyes lifted past Kaelira to the glass where they’d entered. His expression changed—sword-sharp, king-cold. “Raising the third gate.” “How many gates are there?” Taren asked, too bravely. “Three,” Zevran and Kaelira answered together. The Sanctum hummed, pleased with their accuracy. Kaelira ignored it and hauled Zevran to his feet. He swayed once; she caught him, and the catch was too easy, and the part of her that cataloged numbers she didn’t like, noticed.

It was the gate of hell. I was nervous, not sure how will I make it to the Hellbound sword from the hell Prince. Felix took my hand in his as he said in his soft voice-" As long as I am alive, nothing can hurt you" I wish I could feel the calmness he wanted me to have. I wish these words were said by Priam. But I had to take control of my feelings and focus on what I am here for. "Let's go..." I said as we walked in. Just a few steps after we saw the hellfire had been moulded the floor from where we can see the seven-floor. each one denotes one gate of the 7 princes of hell. We need to reach King Lucifer.

I kind of hate admitting that he can look at them with a different perspective than I can, but I really need his input on this. I slowly look through the book, using my phone to translate anything that seems promising. I should have left this with Lucas and taken the files for myself. In school, we learned that there are several places on earth that are thought to be gates to Hell. A few have supernatural features to them and are guarded by the covens in the area. But they are no more than portals to hidden worlds, like our Covenstead. A gate to Hell wouldn’t be anything but accessible, and opening one requires a hell of a lot of power.

In the sea of consciousness of Caspian, there was the father, the Gates of Hell. And these were cheap goods. That was how it felt. However, for ordinary cultivators, 18 gates similar to the Gates of Hell were enough to suppress their souls and blood. "This?" Caspian sneered. As soon as the words left his mouth, the 18 gates burst out in unison. The figures that were originally hidden within the gates seemed to be supporting heaven and earth, appearing from within. Every single one of them was like kings of the Infernal Realm, commanding countless Fiends and Asuras.