Enemy At The Gates Book Novels & Stories

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri

Chapter 106 - A Little Secret. BOBBY WINFOLDS' POV, My lips curled into a broad smile as I walked into the dungeon where my enemies were held bond. I had ordered my men to get them chained so as to avoid any chances of escape. Judging from Bruno's personality and determination, I was afraid he could find his way out of he wasn't held back with chains.

she said. The clash at the southern gate started as a whisper , the creak of old hinges, the clatter of iron pikes on stone. The enemy crept forward under the cover of drifting snow, their footsteps muffled, breath hidden behind helms. They thought the walls would not hold. They thought fear would open them from the inside. Kieran waited in the shadows of the gatehouse, blade resting against his shoulder. Selena crouched beside him, her daggers crossed on her knees. Elric stood at the slit window above, bow drawn, eyes sharp as a hawk's in the swirling white.

I didn’t believe that for a second. Intruders had been slipping past our defenses. Rogues are growing bolder. Enemies we had never encountered before, attacking as if drawn by some unseen force. There has been a rumor spreading around, which I doubt it’s true. But with the way things are going, I might start believing and so do something about it. The chariot slowed as we approached the massive gates of Terran’s territory. Warriors patrolled the perimeter, their sharp eyes tracking our arrival. The moment we came to a full stop, the doors swung open, and I stepped out.

A thunderous boom echoed from the front gates. Wood splintered slightly under impact. They were battering it. Again. Another crash. The heavy doors groaned under pressure. Ava shifted her grip on her sword. “Open the gates,” she muttered impatiently. “Let me at them.” “Not yet,” I replied calmly. Control wins wars. Rage loses them. More arrows flew from our walls. Enemy archers answered in return, black streaks crossing midair. One of my men above grunted as an arrow grazed his shoulder, but he remained standing.

Within moments, the gates is ahead of us—the final barrier between us and whatever fate the Alpha has planned. Emal doesn’t slow down. And neither do I. We’re almost there. I can see the towering iron gates in the distance, just beyond the courtyard. My heart thuds wildly against my chest with every step we take. We’re so close to freedom, to safety. But fate has never been that kind to me. “Halt!” Three castle guards block our path, spears raised and eyes narrowed with grim intent. Emal skids to a stop, placing himself between me and the guards like a living shield.

But one thing was certain: we would fight until our last breath. The enemy used a battering ram against the main gate. Trucks and SUVs slammed into the main gate, trying to force them open. Some enemy wolves scaled the walls, shifting to climb faster. Archers and snipers picked them off, but some made it over. Gracia fought with his gun and sword, cutting down any enemy that made it past the gate. My father shouted orders, coordinating the warriors, keeping morale high. But the enemy overwhelmed the gate. Wood splintered. Metal groaned. Hinges screamed in protest. The battering ram punched through the center, and I could see the enemy through the gaps—more than I could have imagined. The ent

"Tell him vine kaene is here to congratulate him" The second guard's eyes widened. I guess the word mate hold much value than the invite. Besides, he was reading the paper. He spoke into his earpiece, fast and panicking. The other kept his hand on his gun, eyes on me like I was a bomb. I probably was and we waited. Guests in cars behind me started honking like I was a problem and finally, the gates spur open. As soon as i'd gotten in, I met the world white. It was an exquisite and magnificent arena.

He bellowed, his voice echoing his urgency. The guards at the gate sprang into action, their movements a blur as they worked together to close the massive barrier. Amani’s army pressed forward, a formidable surge of power and precision, closing the distance with terrifying speed. They were mere feet away when the gate clanged shut with a resounding thud, the impact thrumming through the air. The sudden barrier brought them to an abrupt halt, their momentum broken as they skidded to a stop just inches from the gate. Amani’s eyes burned with fury, her chest heaving as she stared down the obstacle that dared to stand in their way.

Another voice responded. Then, the gates cracked as if someone was about to open it from the inside. I stood still, waiting for the heavy gates to part completely to see the angry men who were pouring out their grievances on my mate, Phoebe. Immediately the gates were opened, I saw about five angry soldiers seething and pacing around in their duty post. Once one of them sighted me, he immediately signaled the others. They all raised a brow at me but I was sure they never recognized me completely.