Black Gates Lotr Novels & Stories

The heavy brass key Elena had slipped into my hand pressed deeply into my palm. The East Wing basement bypassed Roman's primary thermal security grid entirely. My leather boots finally struck a solid, rusted iron barrier. I leaned my entire body weight against the heavy drainage grate. My quadriceps burned from the exertion. The rusted hinges gave way with a sharp metallic screech. I tumbled forward, landing on my hands and knees in the freezing mud of the highway shoulder. I stayed low, scanning the towering black iron gates of Blackthorn Estate in the distance. No security sirens wailed, and no high-intensity searchlights swept the asphalt.

I didn't look back, but I could feel his eyes touching me. After some minutes, we reached a turn. Then, I spotted the Black Estate. It had black, shiny stone walls, and high gates. The man slowed down at the gate. A camera turned towards us, the red light was blinking. “Say the password.” The driver commanded. I leaned my head outside and whispered “Ambrosia.”. Just then, the gate unlocked. Slowly, it opened by itself. My chest tightened. What is this black magic? The man drove in. The floors of the estate were nothing but gravel, making crunching sounds under the tires.

The world was silent there…there were no birds, no insects, no trees, no homes…just wind. And then the gates came into view… gates of the Kingdom of Murnokh. It loomed like an ancient skull, its jagged teeth carved from black stone. The wind groaned through the open maw that looked like the mouth of a long-dead beast. The Beast—Gorvane Thorneveil—echoed through the dark halls of Murnokh, a name that struck terror into the hearts of all who dared speak it. Soon, it would be Kaerith’s fate to meet him.

Just dark woods and stone walls wrapped in silence. When the carriage finally stopped, Kael stepped out first. He didn't look back to see if I would follow. Still gripping the ache in my own wrist, I stepped out onto foreign ground. The Blackthorn stronghold towered before me like a mausoleum — carved into the mountainside, its blackened spires pierced the fog, jagged and cold. Iron torches lined the stone steps, flickering with pale blue fire that gave off no warmth. Two massive wolf statues flanked the entrance, their mouths open in permanent snarls.

Lifting a hand, I motioned for the others to stop as I continued to let my eyes take in the area. I had always known that Doragon were more primitive than other packs, but I hadn’t expected it to be to this extent. Up ahead was a large black castle with flags that rose into the sky the color of blood. Stakes with what I assumed were the heads of their enemies were scattered around the grounds. Some of which still seemed to be fresh, while others were in different forms of decay. The whole thing was encased by a large metal gate with sharp spikes, ensuring that no one could escape and, even more importantly, that no one could get in. It seemed that infiltrating the area was going to be more d

It was not Blackthorne, not Valen, not Lunareth but something older. Three crescent moons connected together. Lucas crouched beside me. “You recognize it?” “No.” I answered That unsettled me immediately because I knew old houses, old war symbols and ancient territorial crests. But this? Nothing. The dying man coughed blood once then whispered something as I leaned closer instinctively. “The gate… is opening…” His body went still. Dead. Silence crashed over the road again, a cold and heavy silence. Lucas stared at the body. “Well.”

It was a long, low howl that carried the weight of a thousand years of hunger—a sound of wood scraping on ancient stone. ​“They’re here,” Silas whispered, his milky eyes fixed on the absolute, suffocating darkness beyond the Great Gate. “The Unsilvered have found the light.”

"They sealed the Gates forever." Raven's brow furrowed. "Why?" Thorne's expression darkened. "Because something came through that should never have existed." Silence followed. Even the wind seemed to stop. BOOM. Another tremor rolled beneath the earth. This time much closer. The Gate glowed brighter. The silver runes spread across the surrounding rock like veins. Nightfire surged inside Raven. Go. Shadow growled. Not alone. Raven stepped forward. "I'm going." "No." Luca moved in front of her.

Back them Blackmoon pack outshined other packs, it wasn’t just bigger but richer. Now it was ethereal. The main gates loomed ahead, tall, obsidian black and steel engraved with the sigil of Blackmoon wolf, a Silvermoon encircled by flames. The gates shimmered faintly with protective runes that pulsed as the car approached. Guards in sleek tactical uniforms stood at each sides, their eyes alert but respectful as they recognized Damian’s convoy. Beyond the gates the transformation was breathtaking. The path leading into the heart of the territory was paved with smooth black stone that glowed faintly under the headlight’s. One their sides stretched rows of newly built homes, modern, clean lines

The towering gates of the East Pack rose from the mist like ancient sentinels—blackstone laced with silver veins, pulsing faintly with enchantments meant to detect outsiders, and repel magic. The energy in the air shifted as Ava and Ashton approached, thick and oppressive like a brewing super storm.