Book Of Gates 소설 & 이야기

I stood outside the Elder's housing estate, staring up at the large black iron gates in front of me. They were intricate yet terrifying at the same time, but I knew what laid behind them would be even more nerve-wracking. The doorman saw me and recognised who I was immediately, opening the gates without needing to identify myself or even speak. I entered quietly, heading towards the fate I knew would be waiting for me just inside the lavishly large building.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

It stood between us and the chaos of the world outside, keeping out the rogues and anyone else who sought to harm us. It had four gates on each side. The typical, west, east, north, and south gates. Four entrances, heavily guarded. Perhaps I should have made only two gates but when I thought about the situation where panic has risen.... people would need more than one way to escape. I wasn’t about to doom everyone due to my paranoia. Although my people only used two gates I’ve been seen only mentioning two gates.

“That… thing. Was it Kael again?” Liora shook her head. “No. Worse.” “Worse than a god?” She looked at them both, skin pale, voice raw. “Worse than a lover who turned into one.” Aria and Altheya gathered in the Flame Library, where the walls now bled ink from cracks in the stone. Books cried when touched. Sigils pulsed on their spines. “The third gate is not a place,” Aria said. “It’s a being.”

A word of fear. “The book.” Mara looked at him. “What book?” The boy did not answer immediately. His eyes were on the gate. Then he said quietly: “The book where your history ends.” And the gate started to open slowly.

The entrance was a towering archway of black stone etched with golden runes, half-buried beneath tangled vines and glowing moss. And at its center, a door. It wasn’t made of stone or wood, but of pure energy—shifting between light and shadow, bleeding into the air like liquid fire. The Gate. My marks pulsed violently, a heartbeat syncing with the energy ahead. The servants halted at the clearing’s edge, bowing low, as if in reverence. Aaron stopped beside me, chest heaving. “It’s awake.” Edward’s grip tightened on his sword. “Then we shut it down before it opens any further.”

Symbols similar to those in Anna’s book glowed faintly on its surface. “This must be it,” Anna said, her voice filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. Ryan approached the gate, running his fingers over the symbols. “So… how do we open it?” Anna stepped forward, holding the book up to the gate. The symbols on the gate began to glow brighter, matching the book’s light. With a deep rumble, the gate slowly opened, revealing a chamber bathed in ethereal light. Inside stood the guides—three ghostly figures cloaked in shimmering robes. Their faces were obscured, but their presence exuded a sense of ancient wisdom.

I tell him as we enter the last door, which opens up to the gates. The gates of purgatory. They are more like doors. Same as the pearly gates. They aren’t pearly or gates; they are actually solid gold doors. Whoever called them gates clearly hasn’t seen them. However, they do the job and if people want to see them as gates, then who am I to argue? They are huge; the gates are grey. You can see the trapped souls moving on them, reaching their stretched white arms forward begging to be released, their jaws slack and eyes black. They are truly damned. It’s an eerie scene. One that I always find fascinating.

Any non-mermaid that touches the gate of Seareign will be stroked with a bolt of non-escapable eel thunder which will lead to the death of the non-mermaid. The gate is unguarded as it is a guard itself. It allows no one in and no one out. There is no way to breach the gate of Seareign. Those who tried, died.> “That means the gate cannot be breached?” Elliot closed the tome of mermaids and opened the book of answers. The book of answers had no words written in its pages. The pages were blank. “The pages are blank.”