Barbarians At The Gate Novels & Stories

And then Wen joined in, “Yes. Besides, Miria’s at my mother, and you know how she adores your granddaughter.” Barun looked at the both of them. He was silent for a few seconds before his face softened. He nodded at both of them, “Thank you, boys.” They nodded back. “Here we are!” Wen exclaimed, and the three of them stopped. Jai looked at the gate in front of them. It was a huge gate, shaped like an arch and made of iron. A large symbol was imprinted on both sides. The walls were higher than the iron gate, and Jai could see soldiers patroling above the walls. They looked very small because of the distance.

Saron turned to the other window and saw them land on several of the enemies. Another red flash hit the gate; it began to open. Saron ran over to the window once again and sent one larger ball of light down and hit the man’s bier. He did not bother to watch but ran down the steps and out the door. He moved quickly toward the main road and behind the Menian army. It did not take long, and the Northwest gate fell. Werewolves and trolls came pouring into Ver Nooy. Lancers and knights met them as a steady stream of red blood began to flow down the road toward a gutter as the Menians fell.

He bellowed, his voice echoing his urgency. The guards at the gate sprang into action, their movements a blur as they worked together to close the massive barrier. Amani’s army pressed forward, a formidable surge of power and precision, closing the distance with terrifying speed. They were mere feet away when the gate clanged shut with a resounding thud, the impact thrumming through the air. The sudden barrier brought them to an abrupt halt, their momentum broken as they skidded to a stop just inches from the gate. Amani’s eyes burned with fury, her chest heaving as she stared down the obstacle that dared to stand in their way.

But their resolve was unwavering, and with a final, mighty heave, they tore the gate from its hinges. It came crashing down, a thunderous cacophony that echoed through the night. Levi and Sebastian wasted no time. With a fierce roar, they hoisted the massive gate above their heads, their powerful limbs trembling under its weight. And then, with a synchronized movement that spoke of their unmatched synergy, they hurled the gate like a deadly projectile. The gate soared through the air, a dark silhouette against the moonlit sky, and crashed into the remaining guards who had regrouped, seeking to stop their escape. The impact was devastating, sending the guards sprawling in all directions, a ch

What if someone recognized her? Larice was left to wonder more as she glanced up to the high walls where the huge banners of Sunvar hung down—a crimson flag with a golden symbol of a sunburst depicted. Several men of the Sunvar Watch gathered above the high walls, with their leather mails, helms, and velvet capes. Behind the crenellations, above the walls and towers, the loaded scorpions appeared to be bigger than the ones Larice had seen from the three bastions. They stopped at one of the four gates of the city from the north—the Hunter’s Gate.

But because the woman beyond the gate… the one with the smile that tasted like poison… was real. Not a dream. Not a warning. Not a shadow that vanished when Seraphina woke. She was standing there now, with an army behind her and hunger in her eyes. Tefiti. Darius stepped forward, power rolling off him like a storm as he drew his sword. “Hold the gate!” he thundered. Rhyden’s voice rose from below, fierce and commanding. “Brace it! Hold the line!” Wolves moved in perfect coordination, pushing their weight against the reinforced beams, muscles straining as the gate shook again. The sound of splintering wood cut through the air like a scream.

My son remained nearby, blocking anyone who approached too closely with the shield I handed him. They were all around us, though. "They're not going to stop!" I slashed another and yelled. "They don't have to," the panting Harbinger said quietly. "All they have to do is slow us down until the gate opens." Black mist curled into the sky behind them. The gate shook. There was a sigh from the chains that bound it. Then— A roar. A huge beast emerged from the centre of the army. Its body was composed of bones and ash. It had fire holes for eyes.

Darian stood at the edge of the broken plain, staring into the pale horizon where the Spire jutted like a blade from the earth. “She’s called me,” he murmured. The ground beneath him vibrated with ancient energy—Serena’s magic echoing from miles away, like a heartbeat felt across a battlefield. Behind him, black-armored Gateborn lined the ridges, their weapons gleaming, their faces hidden behind silver masks. Among them, a few humans remained—converted, tempted, loyal for now.

Garth DID HIS BEST impression of a tent pole as he watched the wedding party twirl and gyrate around the dance floor while Benji played his bastardized version of the B-52's Love Shack. A few years back Garth had finally given in and tossed some money at Benji to get him to shut up about making their own funny version of the song. He'd written it, got some guys together and recorded a pretty nice version titled Love Barn. It was quickly incorporated into Benji's set for when he played wedding DJ, like tonight.

He was having fun following Arabella’s lead. Adrain was horrified. The gates were at least twenty feet high as though they were expecting a giant. The bars within the gate was made of gold, the outer edges were covered in gold coins. For a moment, Adrian’s greed kicked in, at least until he got a good look at what lay behind them.