Black Gates Lotr Novels & Stories

“Vessel.” “So do I.” He glanced at me. “You don’t think it’s a coincidence, do you? That Tess’s ritual needed Celine specifically?” “No,” I said. “And that scares the hell out of me.” *** By dusk, the fortress came into view…Blackrock. A towering stone structure carved into the base of a mountain, half-devoured by ivy and time. Its gates had rusted shut, vines wrapping around iron bars like fingers. No one had stepped inside for years.

Then Agatha made a sudden rapid movement and swept her other hand under the coverlet draped over Elsabet’s knees. There was a great shrieking wail. Bast reared. Recognizing that sound as a healthy newborn. “Thank God.” That’s my daughter. *** Stone Peak, Black Mountains, Battling Border CHAVIAS Past the meadow, over the mountains, beyond Meadowbrook and Grier’s vast expanse, lay the mid land between the Netherlands and Battling Territory. Beyond that span was the dark outline of the ominous Black Mountains. Those mountains reverberated as if they themselves objected. The quaking loosened countless rocks in addition to waking Radix from his slumber.

"There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dínen." Athena recognized it as Return of the King, one of his favorites. She had to pause for a minute, closing her eyes to find some control. It had been so many years since she'd heard him read it himself. So many years since she'd heard him speak at all. She couldn't quite remember the sound of his rich, rolling voice anymore, and that was just another loss on top of so many. Another layer of herself flayed away by the whip of fate. Every visit left more scars on her heart.

Dead bodies started piling up in the area, and flames were spreading through the Black Forest. I had no idea what was happening anymore. If there was progress happening. If we were able to stop the enemies from getting too close to the gates. But they kept on coming. They continued to move forward as their numbers increased. No. I couldn’t let them get inside the gates of Silver Crescent! I wouldn’t let them infiltrate and destroy our homes and kill families! Letting out an angry roar, the Black Claws that were in front of me almost stumbled on their feet as they all saw the lightning bolts that started to encircle my body. My eyes glowed liquid gold as I bared my teeth on them, ready to tea

The roads were littered with bodies, all cold and lifeless, bite marks on their necks. In the shadow stood several men, grinning at the sight of a young lady whose child had suddenly begun to cry. They licked their lips, their eyebrows arched as they walked towards her. “Let her go.” I groaned, running towards her. They didn’t stop moving, increasing their pace towards her. The thought of the lady dying with her child crowded my mind. I couldn’t let that happen. “Blood!” They chorused, walking towards her. Suddenly, someone ran towards them, lifting them from the ground and rushing them away at lightning speed. I could barely see his face, but he was darker than the rest, a red crest glowing

“I don’t care where the path leads. We stop Erythos.” Bram nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Aye. No turning back now.” Rael sheathed one of his blades, his smirk returning, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ve come too far to let them win.” Elior turned back to the being. “Then show us the way.” The figure inclined its head. “So be it.” With a wave of its hand, the portal widened, its depths shifting to reveal something beyond the void, a vast, broken city bathed in twilight, its towers crumbling, its streets empty yet echoing with whispers of what once was.

He said with an evil grin. Rachel half smiled at her, Jade looked at her, they knew the plan. Gage wasn’t going to be happy when he found out she would appear there when they did. Jade closed her eyes and held her breath. “Exhale and open your eyes Jade,” Gage said looking down. “We’re here?” she said looking around. The place was dark and the fire was everywhere. She didn’t like this place. She was scared. “Yes. This is where our portals are, we don’t live here. We take a ride here.” He said pointing to the skeleton horses. “Wait, what, how are you here Rachel?” he growled.

“You’ll find the ritual within all six grimoires. But each tome carries only part of the ritual to open or close the three foundation portals. Helencia Gardens, Helencia Meadows, and Helencia Grove. Each portal has two guardians, each guarded by another pair of families. Have you not checked the other foundation portals? Do those families survive?” “Oh, geez. This just went from shutting the door to is the world collapsing in less than thirty seconds.” Evan placed his hand over his face in frustration. “Larin, do you know anything about this?” “I wish I did. I would have called them for help long ago. We’ve struggled with this for ages. What do you know about Grayback? I’m not sure he was ar

Sometimes a direction is enough. The main gate was iron and oak, old construction, the kind that had been built to hold against things considerably more organised than three alliance packs compromised by a thirty-year-old network. It was holding. For now. The sound coming through it was the specific rhythmic pressure of wolves testing a boundary repeatedly, probing for the weak point, the sound of something that had not yet committed to full force but was building toward it. Eighteen Blackthorn warriors held the interior line. They saw me coming.

Thorncrest Keep to the east. The quarry trail to the south. Human villages scattered like fragile sparks across the borderlands. And north, inked in black, a place no one willingly entered. Black Hollow. The name seemed darker than the rest of the map. I touched it. A chill passed through the tent. Not from outside. From below. From memory. Chains dragging across stone. A voice in death. Finally. I found you. My fingers stilled. “What are you?” I whispered. The candle beside me flickered.