Enemy At The Gates Book Novels & Stories

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.

The battle was not over yet. Even from across the distance of the plateau, Rowan’s attention was suddenly captured by a terrifying sound. She looked out with wide eyes across the battlefield and saw the Citadel’s gates being opened. She shook her head in terror, her arms beginning to tremble. It could not be true; the Domineers had taken the gates. Now Malachai and his men would be flanked and crushed, just like the Spartans in Alex’s tale. Once that happened, there would be nothing to stand in the way of the Domineers as they stormed the Citadel and slayed them all.

says Joe, looking at the gates. Their great hinges and iron bars are wrenched and bent; many of their timbers are cracked, and the mechanisms are bent. “The gates will not stand another bartering. They will give,” Max frets. “Send the sisters my way, and we may perhaps barricade and fix this mess with magic,” Joe tells us. The sky now is quickly clearing and the sinking moon is shining brightly. But the light brings little hope to the warriors atop the wall. The enemy before us seems to have grown rather than diminished, and still more are arriving in the clearing.

It worried me. "I will be right back." Jamil veered off and was soon out of sight, leaving me standing uncertainly a few feet from the intimidating gates. Seeing them in the daylight struck so much more differently than it had at night. The gates were at least seven feet tall with sharp edges to discourage scaling which seemed a mere formality to me because I did not see how someone could get around the security outpost at the edge of the kingdom but then again, Jamil had mentioned the existence of other entrances. For a moment, I wished I could find it and get out of here already. The gates were painted white as were, I was starting to notice almost everything that could not move or talk. T

The enemy commander waited beyond the doors, a storm of dark power gathering. Fenrir’s hand brushed mine once more, his golden eyes steady and unyielding. “Whatever comes next, we face it together.” I nodded, gripping my sword with renewed determination. “Together.” The gates loomed before us, dark, massive, and alive with energy. The true battle was about to begin, and I knew that only through strength, unity, and sacrifice would we survive the horrors awaiting us inside. And I also knew that the cost would be high.

"The moment I shut the gate on him." "In his eyes it would be a declaration." I curled my fingers slowly into my palms and kept my voice level. "So I have a choice between starting a war, and letting him inside my walls." "Letting him inside would be worse." "Worse than a war?" "An enemy outside your gate is a thing you can stand against," Vane said. "An enemy inside it, with your pack's ear and your pack's hospitality, can do more in an hour than an army does in a season."

One of my sentinels rushed to the door and opened it for me, but before I could get to Mill's door to open it for her, she already opened it and helped herself out, looking around in awe and pleasant surprise. All the sentinels around and everyone else bowed to us, I was smiling happily at them, when my eyes fell on an enemy, someone I never wanted to see in my life. Colin Gates... And he had his disciples with him.

But he didn’t interrupt. That was enough for now. Silence settled again. But this time, it was different. Less explosive. More… controlled. Garvin leaned back slightly. Then he spoke. “If I’m right…” he said slowly. Something in his tone made my shoulders tense. “…your enemy is already inside these walls.” Everything in me went still. The words hit harder than anything else he had said so far. Inside. Not outside. Not approaching. Already here. My mind moved immediately. The window.

Six of my bodyguards greeted me at the door before I move into the building. " Right on time, Young Master, I was just interrogating the I***t here," I ignored Mick and went straight to the man sitting in a corner of the room with his head covered. So here was the bastard who wanted to abuse my woman, to think that he was a friend to that guy called Eric that almost rape her some few years ago got me pissed because of the humiliation Christy had suffered all this while.

Mallam Abu looked up at me, his eyes narrow, and then he gestured for me to follow him. He led us through small twisting passages until we came to a large door. He opened the door, revealing a big courtyard. At the corner of the courtyard stood what looked like a small bungalow. As we made our way towards it, I noted that the place was filled with guards. Some of them carried rifles, and others had a menacing air about them. “Why are there so many guards?” Ava asked. “It's making me uneasy.” “Don't worry. Just follow me.”