Anime Series Gate Mga Nobela at Kwento

Another fireball hits the Gatekeeper, causing him to let out another earth shattering squeal. This is no ordinary fire but something which can burn the Gods themselves. Lavi aims several flames at him, pushing the Gatekeeper towards the wall. His skin is nearly melting off but the Gatekeeper is still formidable as ever. He growls at Lavi and jumps forward. “Watch out!” Anna shrieks as the creature closes in but Lavi shoots more fire at his chest, throwing him back.

" But I did, so don't go thinking otherwise... Bye." " Bye," he muttered. I smiled and waved back at him, before entering through the gate. I can't believe I just pulled that off. Hanging out with the same brothers on the same down and not freaking out. Gosh, I am crazy. . . . Darren's P. O. V

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

Caelan’s words left Clara shaking where she stood, the broken ring lying between us with frost spreading over its metal. I rose with Caelan’s help, one hand still protecting my stomach. The child shifted faintly beneath my palm, and through the bond Caelan felt my fear before I could hide it. “We are safe,” I said. His gaze moved from me to the hall. “Who else?” The question was quiet, but everyone who had laughed at the gate seemed to hear judgment in it.

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.