Book Of Gates Novels & Stories

Moana’s POV The secondary gates were massive, twin slabs of ancient mountain oak that had been iron-shod by Lana Vance’s newly organized forge crew. They stood at the throat of the middle tier, a vital line of defense that separated the residential quarters from the outer cattle pens. For a decade, passing through these gates meant enduring a screeching, metallic protest that signaled to the entire valley that someone was moving between the worlds of the privileged and the damned. Now, as Eldrick pushed the heavy left timber back with a single, casual press of his palm, the gate swung on its fresh oil-slicked hinges in absolute, ghost-like silence.

“It shows four gates—north, south, east, and west. Each said to lead to realms not tethered to this one.” He gave a dry huff. “I’d show it to you, but it’s back in the jeans I had to strip off downstairs.” Lazarus gave a low hum, not quite a chuckle. “No need,” he said, folding one hand over the other. “I’m familiar.” His gaze sharpened just slightly. “What is it you wish to know?” Julian leaned forward, eyes fixed on the vampire king. “Are the gates real?” For the first time, Lazarus hesitated.

However, this connection between her and this collection of vagabond rebels did nothing to aid his assurance that Chiri would return unscathed from her next assignment. Unestablished as an entity at the time she had met them on the train, the group had chosen to unify under their current title after this event. Only four gateways lending their powers to the Alliance, the Moon Gate was a reference to a power that had been shunned from its walls. The fifth gateway only mentioned in some ancient scriptures, it had become nothing but a myth over the centuries. A gate of the spiritual realm, it was typically associated with life and death. Fabled to transcend the Day and Night Gates as the source

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da

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.

Two guards were at the either side of the huge carved door almost reaching its ceiling. Ryan removed the black glass from his eyes and put it back in its previous place. He then extended his hand towards Maze dragging her out of her reverie. Maze smiled nervously as she allowed him to hold her hand and then they both entered through the door that was opened by the gatekeepers. As they stepped inside, Maze hitched in her breath. She exhaled audibly, her eyes widened at the sight of such a huge collection of books. The exterior was completely made of wood. No touch of cement was there, at least not visible to the bare eyes.

Rook frowned. "Drawn too?" Lazarus asked. "She went into some kind of trance and ended up in front of that gate, reaching out to touch it. Sin Stopped her from trying to open it." Rook shared. “Do you know what’s in there?” I asked him. “Nothing different from the other gates aside from what sin they harvest their. I can talk to the villages and see what I can find out.” The gates led to different areas and villages in hell, each village helped to harvest the sins and guard the gates. The only other way to get there was to cross open fields, which brought the danger of being eaten by dragons.

The mark that had made every person in that room rearrange their posture without being asked. Our convoy slowed. I looked out the window as the gates began to open, slowly and without any apparent effort, the way things moved when the mechanism behind them was very large and very certain of itself. Beyond them a city unfolded. I forgot to breathe. It was not what the stories had built. The stories about the Northern Gates were the stories of something cold, ancient, feared, the kind of territory that existed in people's understanding as a warning rather than a place. What I was looking at was alive. Stone streets winding between buildings with silver rooftops that caught the afternoon light.

My door was the most magnificent, made of white marble and gold, with four exquisite heart-shaped locks on it. [System Notification: A "key" is required to open the Gate of Salvation.] I walked to my door and examined the four locks. Each one pulsed with a different energy, reminding me of my family. "The system didn't give me any keys," I said, confused. Aethelan came to my side, a flicker of pain in his red eyes. "Aurora, you know what the keys are, don't you?" Of course, I knew. But I didn't want to admit it.