Book Of Gates Novels & Stories

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.

“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?”

"I don’t believe in fate." She smiled. "You will." Suddenly, a loud cry echoed outside. The room froze. A guard rushed in, bowing deeply. "My King! There’s movement at the west gates. A stranger was caught pacing around. He carries something, A black bag...." The princess gasped. The king’s face turned grave. "That gate was sealed a hundred years ago." Matteo’s pulse quickened. "What gate?" The princess looked at him, her voice trembling. "The gate of the book’s guardian."

Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city. It looked almost like something from an anime or a sci-fi film, as if a force field had enclosed the entire city. Inside the orb, images began to form—buildings, shops, schools, streets. The city's history slowly unfolded in front of their eyes. First, thirty years ago, then twenty years ago, ten years ago, and finally, present-day Ashenford. The city's rapid development played out before them, evoking memories of the past and leaving everyone in awe.

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

The moment I saw Lucian Vale at the feast, painful memories dragged me back. That night, people screamed and fled through the streets. Drakefire Keep had fallen into fire, chaos, and despair. To save himself, Lucian rescued Liora first. Then he ordered the heavy iron gates shut. Before the gates closed, I saw him holding Liora in his arms, comforting her gently. He never even looked at me. I was six months pregnant, dragged away by enemy soldiers outside the gate.

Fated to stand beside the Frost Dragon throne. Beneath it were Caelan’s notes. She is already promised to Blackthorn. I have no right to interfere. Another record had been dated two years later. The bond has not yet been sealed. She seemed tired today in the temple garden. I sent extra guards to the northern road, but they are not to approach unless she is in danger. The last page was from the night I left Blackthorn Keep. The Dragon Goddess has opened the path. If she comes north, I will meet her. If she turns back, I will let her go.

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—

“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.