Enemy At The Gates Book Novels & Stories

Men shouted. "Elara, please—" "I am going out there." I walked toward the gate. The guards saw me coming. They saw the light in my hands, the glow in my eyes. They stepped back. They did not try to stop me. The gates were cracked, weakened, but still standing. I pressed my palms against the wood and pushed. The light exploded. The gates swung open. The battlefield stretched before me. Bodies lay in the mud. Blood soaked the earth. And there, in the center of the chaos, fighting three men at once, was him.

Not the lazy stomp of bored guards. The voice does not warn me this time. Because the energy feels different. Not violent but charged with anticipation. The locks click open. I rise slowly, heart pounding. The door swings wide. And standing beyond the threshold is not a guard. But Beta Marcus. He studies me carefully. “You are being moved,” he says. The words hit like thunder.​

“Open the gate and hold your wolves back. All of them. Nobody crosses the threshold except me and my children.” She looked past me. Damien was there. He had followed. Of course he had followed. He was standing ten feet behind me with the particular expression of a man who had decided to trust something he did not fully understand yet and was finding the process extremely uncomfortable. He met the warrior’s eyes and nodded once. She opened the gate. The wolves on the other side were not what I expected. I had been building a picture in my mind during the run back from Silvermark. Aggressive. Coordinated. The professional hostile movement of a network operation executing a plan.

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

He spoke to me like he was talking to a little girl. I nodded, feeling my lower lip tremble. “You’re mean,” I pouted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the beach, and when I get back, I want to see my room normal again. We’re enemies here, I get it, but outside, it’ll be like we’re the best friends in the world.” I patted his shoulder. “I don’t see you as my enemy, Amanda. You see me as a threat because of everything with the trial, I know, but I’m just trying to do the right thing,” he said seriously.

None of our soldiers look this good in the uniform and a stranger has no business looking so good in an outfit he stole. "I am not that cowardly, to start killing my enemies when they don't see it coming. No, I only attack when my enemies are aware. And I will remind you that I killed that man because he was touching you. You seem to forget." "Great," I walk over to a bench and sit down, crossing my legs. "Now explain to me how you manage to get here without being detected."

Rogues prowled closer each night, as if drawn to my blood. But it wasn’t just outside enemies. Inside, whispers sharpened into knives. Fear twisted loyalty into poison. And then it happened… A gate creaked open at midnight, iron screaming against stone. Wolves and rogues and black beasts slipped through, carrying the scent of betrayal. Someone from our own pack had opened the gates. And as the howls of enemies echoed through the night, I realized—In this war, either I win, or, I die…"

“Then let us show her we are not so easily broken.” Gabriel’s eyes flicked to hers. For a heartbeat, warmth broke through the steel in his gaze. He inclined his head slightly, as if to say he trusted her with his life. The horns blared. The enemy charged. The first crash came at the eastern gate. The battered wolf’s-head ram, repaired and reinforced with iron, swung forward with terrible force. The weakened doors, already scarred from the night before, shuddered violently. Dust rained from the arch above as defenders shouted in terror.

"Alright asshole I got something for you. This is for you Happy Flower!" At the second gate. Alayna, Elise, and Nerissa all stepped to the side as the enemy army marched forward either not noticing or paying no mind to the lack of guards stationed at the wall. There were no enemies in sight as far as they could see, and the gate was open so the few who did notice figured nothing was amiss. The minority who did find it strange, found their minds put at ease when they saw their own princess standing in the open. All sharing the similar thoughts of -

Instead, we met in the middle. The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. My ledger struck from one side.