Barbarians At The Gate Novels & Stories

When we finally reached the silver gates, several warriors skidded to a stop and immediately began pounding their fists against the cold silver bars. “WE'RE STILL OUTSIDE!” one of them screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed against the towering walls. “What are you doing?!” another warrior yelled furiously, slamming both hands against the gate. “Open it!” "The hounds are getting closer! Open the gate!" The desperate shouts of the warriors rang through the air as they pounded their fists against the massive silver gates again. Their voices were filled with panic, their faces pale with fear as they looked over their shoulders toward the battlefield behind us.

I watched as Dad kicked open the old, decrepit door of the warehouse and dragged Yannis in. From a short distance away, Queenie, who was tied to a pillar, cried out, "Uncle Ben!" Strangely, she did not look pleased to see Dad. Instead, she looked panicked. Dad ignored her. He dragged Yannis to another pillar and tied him to it. Once that was done, he went up to Queenie. "You're finally here, Uncle Ben! You saved me! I was so scared!" Queenie cried pitifully. For once, Dad seemed unfazed by her tears.

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

Another woman clutched her child closer as they passed, her gaze fixed sharply on me. We kept walking, deeper and deeper past the murmuring crowd until the path opened up into something much larger than I expected. My breath hitched. Before us stretched a massive gate—iron bars twisted with ancient carvings of moons and wolves, so tall it seemed to scrape the sky. The walls around it were built of stone older than time itself, and the earth beneath my boots vibrated faintly, as if even the land knew this was sacred ground. Two guards stood at either side of the gate. They weren’t just big—they looked terrifying. Their broad shoulders and stone-hard faces made me wonder if they were carved fr

Chapter 10: Echoes of Destruction The rusted iron gates of the obsidian citadel loomed before them, a gaping maw in the desolate crimson landscape. Behind them, the monstrous creatures howled in frustration, their metallic claws scraping against the barren rock. Evie and Liam, hearts pounding in their chests, sprinted towards the gate, desperate for any semblance of refuge. With a resounding clang, the gate swung open, revealing a dark, cavernous entrance. Without hesitation, they plunged into the cool, stale air that emanated from within. The heavy gate slammed shut behind them, momentarily cutting off the sounds of the pursuing horde.

I pressed my palm harder against the window frame, as if I could anchor myself with splinters that weren’t there. As we descended the hill and approached the outer walls, details sharpened. Guards in blue‑trimmed armor stood at intervals along the ramparts, eyes keen. The main gate—two massive wooden doors bound in iron—was flanked by carved stone wolves, their heads lifted, howls frozen mid‑song. The portcullis rattled up as the trumpets sounded. Not a loud, pompous fanfare—just a clear, simple note announcing their prince’s return. The carriage rolled through the gate.

“You’ve embarrassed this family enough for one lifetime, Ella. My daughters have reputations to protect.” “Please.” I hated how small the word sounded, hated that I was still capable of begging after everything I’d already survived that night. “I have nowhere else to go.” Her smile was the last thing I saw before the gate began to close, iron grinding against iron, sealing me out of the only home I had left. “Go live in the pig farm,” she said, “where you rightfully belong.” I stood there long after the gate shut, staring at the space where my childhood used to be, until the cold finally convinced my feet to move.

I was the bridge, and the bridge was starting to crack under the weight of their egos. “We have reached the first station,” Hala said, pointing ahead. Through the thinning mist, a massive structure began to loom. It wasn't a tower or a palace. It was a gate—a colossal archway made of black obsidian and white bone, reaching five hundred feet into the grey sky. It was carved with the images of a thousand wolves, all of them kneeling before a central figure who had no face. The Gate of the First Abandonment. At the base of the gate, a figure was waiting.

I leaned into his touch, drawing strength from him. My heart pounded as I stepped toward the mountain’s half hidden gate that was totally not there before, the carvings glowing faintly under my touch, their ancient lines whispering secrets I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear. Darius’s hand was warm in mine, his presence a steady anchor as the warriors flanked us, their claws scraping the dirt, eyes sharp for any threat. Seraphina’s words echoed in my mind—the gate demands a price—but there was no turning back.

said Hugo, Athen knew he can't waste time anymore and decided to wake up and get ready quickly, they both ate their breakfast and packed their bags and decided to head out. In front of them laid the big dense forest that was home to Barbarians, before entering the forest Hugo warned and told Athen about the Barbarians, "They are not to be considered humans just remember this" said Hugo, both of them was being careful with their every move, their were bears and mountain lions in forests too but they didn't possessed threat like barbarians, Hugo had fought Barbarians in many battles he knows their tactic, for Hugo Barbarians were not smart they was just animals.