Anime Series Gate Novels & Stories

she said while showing me her expensive phone. I was very scared and she was smiling before we knew what happened, someone collect her phone, deleted the audio and gave her back the phone before the voice said "A pretty girl like you shouldn't bully other girls" and when I looked up to see who, I was so surprised to see MR. JACK!!!!.

And my father’s long eyelashes, high cheekbones, and sharp canines. All angels are always beautiful—the elite members of the Council even more so. I’ve been told that as the daughter of two Council members, I could be the start of a war if I’m not careful. Though to me that sounds more like some ridiculous story a human would make up. How could someone possibly be so beautiful that others felt the need to start a war? Just as I start moving towards my bed there’s a sharp rapping at the door. My head falls back and I groan. The only time anyone comes to my door is if someone important wants to talk with me.

Every god hoping I would become predictable. The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The ash-light pressed against every window while a dead radio marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. I almost disappeared into it. Then Ava yanked the cord.

Aruna whispered. Gabriel. The Eighth Founder. Proof. Physical proof. He had existed. He had never been a myth. He had simply been erased. Dante reached toward the gate. The moment his fingers touched the metal— A loud mechanical sound echoed through the mountains. Everyone drew weapons instantly. The gate began opening. By itself. Slowly. The enormous steel doors separated with a grinding noise. Revealing darkness beyond. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The gate stopped. Fully open. An invitation.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Instantaneously, a purple-gold gate materialized, emitting an expansive, Anonymous Gas. James waved his hand, and Thea, carried by two dragons, vanished into the gate’s radiant lights. “What sorcery is this?” Taichu gasped, hand over mouth. Marius’ eyes widened in shock as he witnessed the gate’s closure. “He can use that mysterious energy to open a spatial gate? Could this mean a sixth gate is about to appear?” “A sixth gate?” Taichi’s disbelief was palpable. As the gate disappeared, James directed his gaze toward Gryphon, who hovered above.

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.’

"Did you call me a crybaby?" His body rears up, his front legs as high as three men, and flames shoot from his mouth as he... laughs? The idiot is laughing. I notice the lighter shade of his underbelly and fist the hand that is missing a blade. His belly is the kill zone where I will end his miserable life. I look around and see a door about eight feet away. The heat from his laughing fire heats my skin. I run for the door. With all the bad luck I've had it's a miracle that the door opens and I can slip inside.

The Gate was alive with energy, pulsing in rhythm with his presence, acknowledging his authority as its chosen guardian. As he stepped closer, the runes on the Gate shimmered and changed, the lines of ancient symbols twisting and reforming before his eyes. They were patterns he recognized—warnings, instructions, cryptic glimpses into the unknown. The power within the Gate surged, a wave of energy so intense it brought Veyron to his knees. His hands cradled his head as the visions flooded him.

The gateman opened the gates and we drove off. Since we lived in an estate not far from the airport, we got there with about thirty minutes to spare. We headed to the arrival area to wait for them. I had lost my phone a while back so I had nothing to entertain myself, thus I watched as people arrived and left. Bro Yaw spotted Mr. Smith and his wife not long after. They were not alone, however… with them were two people who I assumed to be the kids. They were no kids though… more like adults. At least that's what they looked like to me. I quickly stood up and rushed towards them to help with their luggage.