Barbarians At The Gate Novels & Stories

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.

Baron halted in front of the wide and high iron gate. "Aren't we going in?" I asked while staring at him. I saw his ears flutter, he must be observing some noise or maybe scenting his nephew's location. "We're going in. Let me just call the attention of the guards inside!" Baron responded as his four legs ambled to the metal wall, his claws scratched its oak wood shade quivering my wolf ears as I whimpered and bowed my head on the ground. My front legs covered my sensitive ears while waiting for the next screeching sound, it was the gate opening in wide view.

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.

"The gate's sensors are reaching critical levels. He's going to try to phase through the bars. He thinks he’s still the strongest Alpha in the territory." Elias didn't look up from Leo’s foot positioning. He adjusted the boy's stance with a gentle hand before turning his dark, unreadable gaze toward the gate. "Let him try. The bars are reinforced with silver-nitrate and woven with ancient wards. If he touches them with intent, he’ll lose more than just his dignity today".

There was a lot on the line, and she knew it. Lucy rolls her eyes. “Surely you know I double-checked myself,” “Good. Cause a lot depends on this.” Another rolling of her eyes, before the drive starts. When we get to the gates, Kasym lowers the first car, signaling for the men to breach the gate. The sedan crashes through the gates, but where gunshots are supposed to fill the air, silence radiates through it. Confusion rushes through me for half a second, and I lean forward in my seat enough to peer at the mansion. There’s not a single soul outside, just a silent empty mansion.

Then the sharp blast of the horn shattered the silence. My head jerked up. Rising before us was a colossal black iron gate, tall enough to dwarf the surrounding walls. At its center were two intricately carved wolf heads, each one baring vicious fangs, their snarling faces locked together as if guarding whatever lay beyond them. I pushed myself upright in my seat, my toes blindly searching the floor for my abandoned heels, but my eyes never left the gates. A uniformed guard stood at attention beside the entrance. As our car glided past, he pressed a fist to his chest and bowed deeply.

Micah Lloyd stepped forward. He was a veteran, quick and capable, and had worked for my dad for years. There was a calm yet intimidating energy about him. He walked up to the Millers, turned his body sideways before gesturing them toward the door. The motion was courteous, but his eyes left no room for refusal. The message was clear—if they didn't leave on their own, Micah and the bodyguards standing behind him would have no hesitation in "escorting" them out.

I watched the gate shake as bodies pressed against it. “Fall back!” Derek shouted, and the warriors pulled back, forming a line to stop the mad rogues from getting deeper into our land if the gate broke. For a moment, the line held. Then the gate burst open, and the rogues rushed in, climbing over their fallen to attack.

It was the people. Their eyes tracked me with something different—expectation, yes. But also calculation. Like they were waiting to see what I’d deliver next… or what I’d fail to. Barin met us just inside the gate. His expression was grim. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said. “Now.” Maxwell stiffened beside me. “What happened?” Barin didn’t answer directly. He just turned and started walking.