13 Gates Of Hell Novels & Stories

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

he nodded toward the yard, "has dulled my sense of the Gate." "Until now." I stroked the soft fur of his head as he sighed, the heat of his breath warming my leg even through my jeans. "Until now. And, to be fair, Gates are very well guarded, for obvious reasons. They are pathways, Syd, between here and the realm. If some mortal were to stumble on one, the consequences could be catastrophic." "So what's up with this one?" I had to press my hand against my left knee to keep it from jiggling in impatience.

he asked as he touched his nose. "I've been lenient with you enough because we were friends and you know how much I hate repetition of words. For the last time Gory,what big idea do you have to sabotage my company?" Leo said. "You've gone crazy. Totally crazy?" Gory yelled at him. One of the guards gave him series of punches. "Say the truth!" he yelled. "I know nothing!" Gory said in between groans. "Let him be." Leo said as he pulled a gun from the belt of one of the guards body. "Since he's insisting not to know anything,let's show him we know how to make people know about their atrocities." he said lifting the gun.

The car pulled up in the forecourt of the castle, Millie looked around, and she was quite entranced, it looked so ancient. She was dying to find out the history of it. Italians of the Medici period had this urge to kill and then ask questions later, and with a smile, she wondered if Nick had any Italian ancestry. The gate, wooden and massive, was attached to the stone walls with three-foot iron hinges, and the door, decorated with iron studs was the first sight to repel visitors. Millie couldn't see a bell or a chain to pull so she took hold of one of the twisted iron handles and pushed the door open.

In the realm beneath it. I staggered back from the mirror, clutching my chest. My heart didn’t race—it stopped. Just for a breath. Just long enough for the silence to scream. A crack of thunder split the sky outside, but it wasn’t from a storm. It was a tear in the veil. My vision flickered—not forward, but sideways. And I saw it. A distant gate, deep in the earth, sealed in thirteen layers of blood and fire—trembling. The chains didn’t break, but one of them hissed. Shifted. Bent.

“I’m sorry, but he went back to my home and tried to find my mother. There is no way I will sit around while she’s missing, so I’m really sorry if I trespassed, but she’s more important.” “Very well, let me take you to where Mictlan headed, but I have to warn you, it is not a pretty place.” She led me to a pair of golden gates with a fiery world behind it. “What is this place?” I asked, afraid to find out. “These are the gates to hell, and that is where Mictlan headed. Maybe your mother is there,” she replied just as the gates opened. I entered and saw a path towards a big golden castle, fire surrounding it and there were what looked like demons guarding the path when they looked at me with

“Three giants. Fifty heads. A hundred arms each. They guard each wall. Four walls in total. One gate in. One gate out. To pass through, you have to fight them.” Groans. Swears. Exasperated eye-rolls. Understandable. “That’s just the beginning,” Hermes says. “Oh, good,” Dev mutters. “Because fighting giant hydra-squids with a thousand fists sounds like such a warm-up.” “Next is the Phlegethon,” Hermes continues. “A river of boiling blood and fire. If it touches you, you die screaming. No shortcuts.” “Of course not,” Citra says flatly. “After the river, there’s a fourth gate. Locked. It squeaks.”

Ilyria, Miasma and Thassa paused at the iron and gold gates. The Gates of Perception they were called. Ilyria had never been this close to them. As a child she had been told they were enchanted. Any person wishing to see the Mogul had to pass the test of the Gates of Perception. Those who did not come with noble intentions would be incinerated as they passed through.

Rook frowned. "Drawn too?" Lazarus asked. "She went into some kind of trance and ended up in front of that gate, reaching out to touch it. Sin Stopped her from trying to open it." Rook shared. “Do you know what’s in there?” I asked him. “Nothing different from the other gates aside from what sin they harvest their. I can talk to the villages and see what I can find out.” The gates led to different areas and villages in hell, each village helped to harvest the sins and guard the gates. The only other way to get there was to cross open fields, which brought the danger of being eaten by dragons.

Just said I was a crazy bastard, and now I'm prostrating myself. Cia's hand stretched out to the side where the door was, she didn't close it but pressed her five hands on the palm print on the side of the gate. As it lasted, hundreds of flames resembling people's bodies flocked out. It no longer resembled, but it was indeed a person or creature roasted in the fires of hell. This is Hades' hellish gate, but Cia has access to it. "Suck up all those who sin!" Cia's order at the gates of hell.