Book Of Gates Novels & Stories

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”

Soon, she would heal and the trail would die. “Prince Stone, it is an unexpected honor,” A guard snapped a salute at me, as I entered the building that housed the Gate. Gates were positioned in countless places around the human world and manned by fae of different houses. They were there to provide sanctuary to the fae who requested it, or stop and detain those who were fleeing. Humans couldn’t see them, which was good for them, as wandering through a Gate would send them to the Fae world, from which, they would never return.

We moved toward the entrance. The gates loomed—towering iron masterpieces, their gilded thorns curling like beckoning fingers. At the center, a heart, split in two, gleamed under the moonlight, its gold edges sharpened like a blade. Behind it, marble walls stretched high, pristine yet ancient, their towering pillars casting long, watching shadows. The doors parted with a slow, echoing groan, the sound rolling through the night like a whispered omen. No welcome. No warmth. Just the gleaming mouth of a kingdom built on power, wealth—

They passed by skyscrapers, old buildings, and fancy neighborhoods, it didn’t take long for Halle to realize that they had left the capital, and strangely enough, she had expected that the Stones would live in the capital just like the other high folk. Halle knew she was tired but she was enjoying the view, it counted as a good distraction from her nervously beating heart. Soon the car slowed down when they reached a large gate, maybe the entrance to some fancy rich people's estate of some sort. The gates were a mixture of gold and silver, the small and big metal bars intricately crafted and designed to push, twist, and curve against each other. The gates were beautiful and it made her think

Walked out on him without any words, just like he wasn't there. Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown Empty whispers were heard behind John in a new scene which reinstated his surroundings. Around him was a red environment, red clouds, a vast empty land and the presence of dead people with blood spilling from one or more parts of their bodies. He was stripped of his clothing and only had trousers ripped to shreds on. Sweat dripping from his body, his eyes letting tears out. As it was seen, before him was a gate. A colossal gate which kissed the clouds and ran across it. It was an old yet living gate. This could be told by its rusting par

“This was hidden among the Council’s records. There’s another chamber beneath the eastern mountains, a second Gate.” Her face went still. Too still. Corin saw it then. Recognition. Fear. Afnan’s fingers tightened around the book. “No.” “You know about it?” Her silence was answer enough. Lightning flashed beyond the tall windows, illuminating her pale face. “It’s called the mirror gate,” Corin continued, his voice dropping. “The pages lit up. The same symbols as your mark. And when I spoke the words” “You spoke them aloud?” she cut in sharply.

“Not to him.” A heavy creaking sound pulled my attention away from the ruined cobbles. The **castle’s gate**. At the far end of the courtyard, the massive iron gates that had been closed a moment ago now groaned as they swung inward on their hinges. Beyond them, a wide stone staircase climbed toward two enormous wooden doors banded with black iron. Torches flared to life along the walls, one after another, washing the stone in orange light. I swallowed. “Right,” Grant said hoarsely. “Rule one, Willa. Don’t linger where the game opens a door. It doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“The Raven. I’ve returned with a gift for the King’s harem.” There was a beat of silence. Rebecca thought for sure she’d misunderstood what the mercenary—Raven?—had said. She was a gift for the King? How much had she been sold for? After a period of silence, the large gates started to open. The bright lights were removed from them. The gates imbedded in the large walls were made of heavy metal that looked two feet thick. Four Crow soldiers who were large in size pushed the large doors open. That were strapped with large guns that seemed tiny compared to their large frames. They didn’t even break a sweat when they were pushing the doors open. When they were done, they stepped to the side and

Imre told Liam to talk at the same place they went before. "Let's meet at the same old place." Imre uttered it in his thoughts to send it to Liam's thoughts. Liam who were standing at the main gate suddenly stood up and heard the inner thoughts of his brother Imre, whom he wanted him to go the place they were always going whenever they wanted to talk about something important. When Liam got the message, he directly walks his way out of their land and went to the place where Imre wanted him to be. The guard who was staring at Liam was confuse when Liam just walk out of the house without a word.