Book Of Gates 소설 & 이야기

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I looked up at Reese and the way he frowned, he was probably thinking similar thoughts. With a "So, here we are", Anton stopped in front of a secured door, which again required a code and the key card to open it. This time, however, there were no glass walls that allowed a view into the room beyond. So I had to wait until the door hummed and Anton pushed it open before I found out what was waiting for me behind it.

His dirty blonde hair looks like he ran his fingers through it a thousand times before coming to my door this morning, and I immediately remember why. "Yeah. I'm okay. My dad is with my mom in her realm. I saw him last night. The Goddesses have been working on a couple of plans to help us fight the fairies. Don't stress, man," I explain, and relief floods Garret's face. "Thank goodness. I was at a loss for words...I have been standing here for about twenty minutes, racking my brain on what I was going to say when you opened the door," Garrett says, and I grin before placing my hand on his shoulder.

she pushed the book away and pointed her two fingers at the door "this will definitely work" She slowly rotated her fingers in the direction of opening the door, and to her greatest surprise, the door handle moved, following her hand movement "oh my God it's working, it's working" she shouted as the door slowly opened. "What is working?" Ansel asked stepping into the office, Elle immediately dropped her hands and stood up in embarrassment. "Umm... I I" she mumbled, looking around for an excuse when the file caught her eyes "The equation finally worked," She said, her hands drawing the file closer.

The girl cried out as her back hit the hard wood, pitiful tears forming in her eyes as Michael stepped back, readying his weapon. The thundering clap of manmade weapons increased, filling the small meeting room with tension; each one preparing for the doors to open. The girl jumped as a sudden bang came from the door, someone desperately trying to enter. Darkous smiled, moving to stand beside the girl as she shook. It was time for battle, his brother having made it past all the defences, clever of him.

She felt it become aware of her. The air thinned, pressure settling against her ribs as if the room itself were holding its breath. The fire guttered, embers dimming to a dull red. A voice whispered—not in her mind, not in the room. In her blood. “Three gates. One open. One sealed. One waiting.” Autumn staggered back and slammed the panel shut, hands shaking, breath ragged and shallow. The glow vanished instantly, the tapestry falling back into place like nothing had happened at all.

"If three gates are active at once.." "The Veil weakens." Kael finished the sentence. Lucien nodded. Slowly. "Yes." The black stone gate pulsed again. Hard enough to shake dust from the ceiling. Cassian cursed under his breath. "So let me understand this." Nobody answered. He continued anyway. "We have one gate under Blackthorn." He pointed toward me. "A second gate in a desert run by a woman who apparently refuses to stay dead." Then toward Lucien. "And now a third gate somewhere near an evil ocean city."

God, I thought Caius had this book destroyed after what it did to Agron. I swallowed, looking at the thing with morbid curiosity. Elegant but still crude markings flowed out across the cover; I recognized them as cuneiform. On the surface were reliefs of strange creatures I’d never seen before and wolf-like beings. Whatever scene was being depicted, it wasn’t friendly. *It’s the Great War, the war with the deabru. These books are what they used to create the great gates from their world to ours and practice the evil magic that perverted the very essences of the soul. They were supposed to be destroyed on sight.*

The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with the scent of pine and raw, predatory aggression. ​"That's impossible," Orion growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to shake the very bookshelves. He stepped forward, his massive chest heaving. "That gate is reinforced with three-inch thick silver plating and ancient Thorne blood-seals. It hasn't been opened since the Great War. It’s only accessible by those with the highest security clearance in the North." ​"Then one of your Council members is a liar," Caleb said. His voice was dropping into that low, predatory register that made the hair on Elara’s neck stand up.