Book Of Gates Novels & Stories

it raised one hand toward Adrian. "When the final page arrives..." "...do not search for the perfect ending." "Search for the honest one." Then... it disappeared. The Gate closed with a sound like the final heartbeat of an ancient world. The Archive returned to complete silence. Only Adrian, Elias, the First Reader, the little girl, and the blue book remained. On the cover of the blue book... a new title slowly appeared. THE BOOK OF POSSIBILITIES Far away... beyond every world... beyond every Door...

“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 apologize for my excess of stiff upper lip. So, let me be clear: Whatever has trapped me here is also taking my power. Yet to pull me from the Realm of the Seraphim, the fiend would need a Gateway, which is how you can travel between worlds, time, or even alternate universes.” I stared at him. “But there’s no Gateway in this house or you could’ve escaped…?” He smiled. “Astute.” “Wait, what’s this library inside you? Like a memory palace? Do you have a Sherlock Holmes thing going on?” “Nothing so obvious. Gateways are not simply a way to travel but are also databases of knowledge. On Angel World, we didn’t have human books, rather the Gateways. When I was young, I was often lonely. By crea

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.

He must exit via the gate to the human realm. Before him are four gates: human, supernatural, gods, and hell. Colton must choose the correct gate. I see him pause and look . Gate One has roses without thorns perfect in every way. I hear his thoughts. ‘Too perfect, my world has both beauty and pain.’ I smile. Gate two is covered in purple and gold roses with thorns. ‘Magical like the supernatural realm.’ Again I smile. Third gate burns but red roses covering it don’t. ‘Maybe but I should look at the fourth to be sure.’

HE smiles in satisfaction as HE grins in pure delight, but with slight malice just for fun, whispering the words. “Well then.” With a quick snap and the echoing sound that engulfs the place, the pentagram of the gates draws unto the floor. With its distinct color and hue, a gate appears with a symbol that does not resemble any other else, but a special type of one. A unique one, and more likely a special door that does not just link from one person to another, from one god and with its distinction, but everything that falls under the truth of the seven worlds and books.