Enemy At The Gates Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ezra mouthed something but Matteo couldn’t hear it. Then a wave of bodies crashed between them and gunshots cracked through the hall. Matteo ran as smoke clawed at his lungs. The visiting hall had become a storm of motion. Guards shouted as inmates surged through the security gates that had given way in the explosion. Somewhere, glass shattered. Somewhere else, someone screamed and did not stop. “Antonov!” a voice barked. Matteo ignored it.

“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?”

The air continues to crackle with a much heightened deadly tension, every nerve stretches taut as we prepare to face the onslaught. As I survey the scene, my heart clenches with apprehension. The enemies, a horde of dark figures swarming like insects, are already scaling the walls, their cries of fury echoing through the night. The colossal steel gates quiver under the force of their assault, groaning with the strain of imminent collapse. "Hold the gates as long as you possibly can!" My voice cuts through the chaos, a desperate plea born of grim determination. "Let them come to us in small groups! We'll have a better chance of defeating them easily while avoiding getting heavily injured!"

Symbols similar to those in Anna’s book glowed faintly on its surface. “This must be it,” Anna said, her voice filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. Ryan approached the gate, running his fingers over the symbols. “So… how do we open it?” Anna stepped forward, holding the book up to the gate. The symbols on the gate began to glow brighter, matching the book’s light. With a deep rumble, the gate slowly opened, revealing a chamber bathed in ethereal light. Inside stood the guides—three ghostly figures cloaked in shimmering robes. Their faces were obscured, but their presence exuded a sense of ancient wisdom.

Damien gave him a brief nod and looked towards Steven. Steven rolled his eyes, “Mine is basically the same, except that I am supposed to cover the East Gate. Seriously, how does this prove anything?” Damien ignored his attitude and looked at Glen at last, “How about you, Glen?” “…I was supposed to attack the North Gate,” Glen answered lowly. “Good.” Damien stood up, his eyes gleaming coldly. “So have you ever wondered why the rest of you received very little resistance from the West, East and South Gate of the Crimson Fort?”

Her words rang into my head countless times, and it felt as though she was standing closer to me. “Stop it, Dane... She's the enemy!" I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts off without thinking twice. After a few seconds, the noise from outside the pack's mansion began to increase by every second of the night. Everywhere was still dark, and this was the best time to kill a lot of us. They got to the gates, and they began to roar at the top of their voices. They were willing to break down the gates if we didn't respond to their calls.

I keep walking, and walking, and walking until I am standing behind the gates, the only thing keeping my enemies from tearing my castle and those that live inside apart from the inside. Before my son had been born, before I’d been summoned back to the castle when the labor took a fatal turn… I’d killed an entire encampment of enemy warriors. I’d left one alive, knowing he’d run back to his commanders to tell the tale. One of those warriors had been the son of the Alpha of Mountain Pass Run, and that fury had spurred my enemies into action again. They’d stormed the gates, pushing my forces back inside the sanctuary of the castle walls.

--- I stood frozen for just a second too long. Watching the dust settle where the gates used to be. Watching shadows move through the smoke. Too many shadows. --- “They’re here,” Kael muttered beside me, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it. Not sarcastic. Not amused. Serious. --- The first creature stepped through the haze. And my breath caught. --- It wasn’t human. Not anymore. --- The Enemy Revealed Its armor was fused to its body, jagged and uneven like it had grown instead of been forged.

But it was her eyes which were wide, alert and fixed on the gate that sent a jolt of raw power through my limbs. Beside her, Caleb and the three envoys were fighting a desperate rear-guard action. They were outnumbered ten to one. Elijah’s Iron Guard, the fanatics who had clearly decided to stand by their Alpha despite the revelations inside, were closing in. They moved in a disciplined phalanx, a wall of interlocking shields and leveled spears designed to pin and slaughter anyone in their path. They were moving to cut her off. They were going to pin my mate against the rising iron of the gate.

Ryker added glancing at me. “And as survivors,” I added. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Ryker's P.O.V The Ironclaw gates loomed ahead, its massive slabs of black iron etched with claw marks and ancient runes. Warriors lined the battlements, their spears gleaming beneath the afternoon sun. Their hostility was unmistakable. It wavers thick in the air. In the way their wolves snarled beneath the surface. In the way their gazes lingered on Zara.