Book Of Gates Novels & Stories

If there is a way, it is in this book. He runs his finger over the various titles of prophecy and catastrophic tales, and stops when he reads: “Hell's Gate”. - Hell's Gate. – reads aloud. - Should be it. – Gary says.

Lu Mei showed us the final opening protocol inside the incense stove. The flame turned black, then gold, then transparent. Within it, the city appeared as layered thresholds: temple gates, hospital doors, courthouse arches, subway turnstiles, apartment peepholes, morgue drawers, browser tabs still open on dead laptops, every place where someone had once waited for permission to enter or leave. The Gate Opener's plan was simple in the way disasters were simple. Make all thresholds one threshold.

I dismounted carefully, my legs unsteady after hours of unaccustomed riding, and looked up at the entrance to what was apparently my new home. The gates towered above me, easily twenty feet high and probably weighing more than a carriage. There was no visible mechanism for opening them, no handles or hinges that I could see. Just solid iron wrought with impossible artistry, standing between me and whatever waited within. How am I supposed to— The thought died unfinished as, with a sound like distant thunder, the gates began to move. Not the grinding, protesting movement of heavy metal reluctantly yielding to force, but a smooth, silent swing that spoke of mechanisms so perfectly balanced tha

It worried me. "I will be right back." Jamil veered off and was soon out of sight, leaving me standing uncertainly a few feet from the intimidating gates. Seeing them in the daylight struck so much more differently than it had at night. The gates were at least seven feet tall with sharp edges to discourage scaling which seemed a mere formality to me because I did not see how someone could get around the security outpost at the edge of the kingdom but then again, Jamil had mentioned the existence of other entrances. For a moment, I wished I could find it and get out of here already. The gates were painted white as were, I was starting to notice almost everything that could not move or talk. T

I kind of hate admitting that he can look at them with a different perspective than I can, but I really need his input on this. I slowly look through the book, using my phone to translate anything that seems promising. I should have left this with Lucas and taken the files for myself. In school, we learned that there are several places on earth that are thought to be gates to Hell. A few have supernatural features to them and are guarded by the covens in the area. But they are no more than portals to hidden worlds, like our Covenstead. A gate to Hell wouldn’t be anything but accessible, and opening one requires a hell of a lot of power.

} Amanda's pulse quickened immediately. Amanda went completely still. The words struck harder than the warning about the movement. “Unreliable?” she whispered. “What does that mean?” {Previous projections should not be treated as certain.} She read it again carefully. She looked toward the fortress, where workers continued moving materials and equipment beneath the afternoon sky. Everything she had built depended on time. She had believed thirty days would be enough for everything. Now even the information that had guided her preparation was changing. Amanda pressed her palm against her stomach, feeling the weight of everything she had to protect. “Then I cannot trust the future anymore.”

I got up and looked through the front of the truck to see where we were and what greeted me were the imposing gates of a mansion. The massive gates of the mansion stood like sentinels, guarding the secrets hidden within its walls. They were a testament to both elegance and security, designed to leave a lasting impression on anyone who dared approach. Crafted from wrought iron, the gates bore intricate patterns of swirling vines, mythical creatures, and ancient symbols, all expertly forged by skilled artisans.

the knight shook his head. “Think, man… Think, man… Try to remember…” “Yes, I remember now… I saw it an old book I found in my father’s library.” “What did the book say?” “That they are some kind of gates… portals for faster travel around places.” “Well, how do activate them?” “ The book doesn`t say.” “Great… It helped as a lot!” “I think it has something to do the symbols.” “We will see in the morning.” After a good night’s sleep, they take a closer look at stone.

If I wasn’t exaggerating. Seconds later came a loud screeching sound and the bronze gate opened afterwards. The driver drove into the huge compound, driving towards the parking lots, where we alighted from the car. It was hard to come down from the car in a ball wedding gown and all I wanted was to rip it apart and be free. The silence was palpable as we made our way into a huge mansion, bigger than my papa’s. Maids and armed guards bowed their heads at us and no one, I mean, no one, said a word or even looked at me twice.

A compartment opened. Inside was a thin black book. Gabriel took it carefully. The cover carried no writing. He opened it. The first page contained a warning. WHEN THE SEVENTH GATE OPENS, THE KEY WILL CEASE TO BE A KEY. Aria stepped closer. Gabriel continued reading. THE CARRIER SHALL BECOME THE DOOR. Another page. THE DOOR SHALL STAND BETWEEN TWO WORLDS. Another. IF THE DOOR OPENS, ONE WORLD SHALL REMAIN.