Book Of Gates Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"...what the First Author was protecting." The white key began turning slowly by itself. Deep within the Gate... ancient gears awakened. A low rumble rolled across the endless Archive. The two massive doors started opening wider than ever before. From the growing light beyond... a single book slowly floated into view. Unlike the White Book. Unlike the Black Book. Its cover held no color at all. It was completely transparent. As if it had not yet decided what it wanted to become. Across its first page... one sentence slowly appeared.

“But the dagger… That’s what it did, opened a chasm between realms.” Althea hums, “There are many keys to gateways between realms. Just as there are many doors that lead to different places within the realm. Like the one you found. Ashe once told me and somewhere in one of these books, it recants a tale of rips in the fabric of reality, allowing you to pass from one location to another. Weaknesses in the realm’s barrier.” What Althea was saying lined up with what Morgan had told us. I understood the difference between a key and a portal within the realm.

The gates didn't look real. That was the first thing Daveson thought when the security van rolled through them, which was a stupid thought, an embarrassing thought, the kind of thought a person had when they had spent so long imagining a place that the real version of it felt like a copy of something that only existed in their head. He had been picturing these gates for months. Iron. Twelve feet. The slow, weighted swing of them opening outward like something that had learned, over many years, that the world would wait for it.

'' the king almost scoffed at the priests, he concluded that -at least- not all of them were involved, if the decision was consensually made by the holy council, then Sara would have been killed right away and the whole accident would be blamed on the pitiful excuse of a human named Patrick, but instead, she was moved back to her room and he was informed. ''Your Majesty please listen to us, That book...'' ''What about the damn book?'' ''It is not a book, It is a demonic tool, it is called a demonic gate, since the time they were defeated and cursed, the demons had left their eyes and ears in our world, to spy on us until the time of their return, this book is none other then one of those ey

Vame had said those words before, but now, here, the truth of them sank into Rael’s bones. Then the path changed. A gateway rose ahead of them, if it could be called that. It was a twisted structure of metal and bone, standing impossibly tall, the edges shifting, folding in on themselves like something alive. The moment Rael’s eyes met it, the book in his hands screamed. He gasped, nearly dropping it as the text moved, lines of ink coiling and writhing like living veins. The words reformed, sharp and final: ENTER AND BE JUDGED.

I feel myself shaking so badly that my teeth audibly tap together. I was already scared of César on a normal day. I was already tense around him, already careful with every breath, every look, every word. But this voice... this voice is different. It is darker. Deeper. It is serious with something I don't want to understand. Something ancient and cruel. My tears drip hot and fast between my fingers as I lower my hands, and that's when I see them. The gates. Huge. Tall. Black iron twisted into sharp spikes. They loom in front of us like the entrance to the underworld, rising out of the ground like claws waiting to snap shut. My stomach twists violently, acid rising in my throat.

The gates were black. Not decoratively black — not the ornamental iron of old estates trying to suggest history they hadn't earned. These gates were functional, reinforced, built with the specific intention of keeping things out and holding things in, and they were the largest Lyra had ever seen. They rose from stone pillars thick enough to be structural in an earthquake, topped with ironwork that wasn't decorative either — it was a warning rendered in metal, repeating. She sat forward slightly in her seat without meaning to.