13 Gates Of Hell Novels & Stories

Her shrieks of fear could do nothing but add to the discordant harmony rolling about the room. “By the power of earth. By the power of air. By the power of water. By the power of fire. Let forth the spirit. Descend to the lantern of sorrows of the South, to the trumpets of doom of the West, to the praise of harlots to the East, to the horns of death to the North. Descend!”

I don't know when I passed out. I felt immense pain in my body. Please someone come here and take me out of this hell or God please give me death I have to die. Mom dad why you left me with these people I hate you both for leaving me alone in this cruel world. I hate you God for making my life miserable. I can't move any part of my body. I can't even open my eyes. Just then the door opened with a sound I tried to open my eyes to see them but I can't open them. What if any of them came here to punish me again. Akash pov

I didn't stop till I reach the room. I pushed it slightly and it opened with a creaking sound sending chills down my spine. Without knocking or asking for permission I pushed the gate wide open and stepped into the room. My eyes rushed through the area and caught the sight of the devil sitting on the chair with his finger intertwined and unreadable expressions. His gaze was boring holes in the table and he didn't move them even after sensing my presence. His demeanor was screaming threat and terror. He was looking very dangerous, it felt like he is ready to kill someone.

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

"Breathe, Damien…Breathe…You can do this." With one click, the door slowly opens. There is a bright light that blinds me but for a moment. No, I am not in heaven. I have entered when these humans have their day. Now let me paint you the picture. This is not a gate that leads into a rose garden. It is not the type of gate that leads into a park. This gate, well, it has landed me in a pile of filth and mud. Somewhere on the outskirts of this city, the gate that leads you to hell is found on the edge of an old abandoned graveyard.

At our werewolf academy's graduation party, someone asked the most popular girl in our class what the best decision she'd made in the past few years was. She stole a shy, coy glance at the man on the sofa, then pointed at me with open contempt. "Obviously, turning away some pathetic wretch when she came kneeling at our pack's gates, begging for help. "If that hadn't made her disappear without a word, how else would the Alpha have promised to make me his future Luna?" Everyone burst into laughter, their eyes full of scorn as they looked at me. "A lowborn Omega had the nerve to set her sights on becoming Luna? Her pack deserved to be wiped out!" Only the man whose very presence commanded autho

However, this connection between her and this collection of vagabond rebels did nothing to aid his assurance that Chiri would return unscathed from her next assignment. Unestablished as an entity at the time she had met them on the train, the group had chosen to unify under their current title after this event. Only four gateways lending their powers to the Alliance, the Moon Gate was a reference to a power that had been shunned from its walls. The fifth gateway only mentioned in some ancient scriptures, it had become nothing but a myth over the centuries. A gate of the spiritual realm, it was typically associated with life and death. Fabled to transcend the Day and Night Gates as the source

"The Whispering Gate? Why that name?" "Because of the guardian," Justin replied, a low hum of fear in his tone. "It's not just a physical barrier. It's a psychic one. The gate is guarded by a chorus of lost souls, echoes of celestial beings who tried to pass without proper attunement. They whisper promises, fears, forgotten truths. They try to ensnare you, to draw you into their collective. Those who fall, become part of the chorus...part of the graveyard." "Sounds like a party," Ava muttered, a familiar glint returning to her eyes, though her posture remained rigid. "So, how do we RSVP to this exclusive shindig without becoming part of the permanent choir?"

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

"Read! It! Out! Loud!" I swallowed hard as I focused on the words. "Porta Inferni," I finally muttered. She chuckled. "That's right, Damiano! The Gate of Hell." Then she locked eyes with me. "This ranch is the gate of hell, the Gallos are the gatekeepers, and I... Well, I am hell itself." Then she locked eyes with me. "But... what happens when the gatekeepers are gone and the gate is left without a guard?" I was too terrified to speak or say anything. Then her hands found my chest.