13 Gates Of Hell Novels & Stories

We needed to find a way out of here. " Do you know, in legend, it is said to be seven gates to hell?" Ana said, while drawing her symbols. I kept quiet. I had nothing to say to her. The heat I was feeling inside me was making my body hurt, and I was trying to make it stop. She continued. " The truth is, there are only three. Humans have only really discovered two gates. The third one lies here. Right in the middle of their beloved London," she said. So that's where we are. I shouldn't be too far from home then, I thought to myself.

He must exit via the gate to the human realm. Before him are four gates: human, supernatural, gods, and hell. Colton must choose the correct gate. I see him pause and look . Gate One has roses without thorns perfect in every way. I hear his thoughts. ‘Too perfect, my world has both beauty and pain.’ I smile. Gate two is covered in purple and gold roses with thorns. ‘Magical like the supernatural realm.’ Again I smile. Third gate burns but red roses covering it don’t. ‘Maybe but I should look at the fourth to be sure.’

Only those with pure hearts and a vengeful course would be able to open the Pass way to the gates of hell. The Fire Wolf and some of the wolf that came with them all celebrated that at last they are one step ahead of Ly Once the girls have passed through the six gates of hell, then they would be able to put them to death immediately. Levi has already set all his plans. ******** Once Rava and Rala entered the pass way to the six gate of hell. They saw seven doors instead of six facing them. "But I thought the Fire wolf king said there are only six doors. How come we have a seventh one here?" Rala said as she turns to face her sister.

Then faded through the locked door which gave an inviting click. Her heart raced at his words as she struggled to think what that could possibly mean. She hesitated, then stepped toward the heavy door and turned the knob that now turned and released the door with ease. The knob that the maids had made sure wouldn’t turn. The knob that clacked several times as Head Maid proved her point. That she was trapped this time. She pulled the door. The guards she was expecting to push her back into the room once the door creaked open were nowhere and the hall was empty.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

My arms are spread and my shirt open, and I hide my eyes. Since when is there so much light around me? It has to stop. I can't get used to this. I must continue to assume my role as a Don. I have to protect Santo, Matteo, and everybody. I have to make sure everyone is okay. I let my forearms slide over my eyes instead of my hands. This is a fucking disaster. I can still hear her voice saying my name. Fanculo! (Damn it*) I freeze as I listen to the door to my room suddenly open. I can hear the footsteps of my two little brothers entering and locking it behind them. I keep my forearms glued to my face, but I am pissed.

The further down we got the more agitated our blonde companion seemed. The basement was open in it's layout. Six large metal doors were present, three on each side. Four of them were completely opened and the place wreaked of arousal. Max might not have been present, but it was incredibly obvious what the vampire did in his free time down here. The fact that Mira was one of those people made my stomach churn.

She gave another kick and finally, she broke free. Just when she thought she could escape from the creature, another one grabbed her, then there’s two or three or four…they managed to pull her down. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the creatures underwater. Humans! Decaying but not dead. Men. Women. Kids. All she can see are thousands of faces wailing, reaching for her. They are all jerking their legs chained to the murky sea bed. It was useless to resist, their desperation to pull her down had overcome her will to live. She closed her eyes. So that was it. All those days and nights she had been fighting her dark thoughts have gone to waste. This is now her tragic death.

It came from them all, every adult and child, like a high pitched frequency that resonated in the depths of Sally’s own soul. The Gate had opened. Matthew McCavendish’s greatest fear had come to pass. The Gate had opened between this world and the worlds beyond, the worlds he had written of in his journal. The Gate was supposed to free the souls that passed through it from the prison of Creation. That’s what Matthew had written in his journal. But the Gate wasn’t opening in the worlds beyond, it was opening in this one, and the souls that passed through it had to run a very deadly gauntlet first.

“We could call the den Hades and since the pack is already the Tartarus Pack it’s only befitting that---” “Hmm, who would have thought?” Gaia snickered, holding her mates a little closer as she smiled at Ashley, who happily grinned back. “That Hell’s Alpha was this kind of man?” Who would have thought indeed…?