Enemy At The Gates Book Novels & Stories

If it is bloody inside the camp, just like what Ava said, I'll hate Rendall even more for not informing me beforehand. We reached a portcullis—a gate consisting of a latticed grille made of metal—and the guards inside opened it for us. A Series of growls could be heard from inside. My jaw dropped when we entered the warrior's camp, and I saw how big it was. Seeing it this close hits different from seeing it from afar. The camp was divided into two segments. On one side lies a vast and long wall mount where a lot of battle types of equipment were placed, while on the other lies a series of the boss, an archer's target.

We moved forward to the gates, and I could see that there were new recruits at the gates, seemingly part of Damien's rogues. We proceeded to engage the men at the gates in battle. I had long been prepared for this, and I hated little distractions. The men at the gate were standing there like little distractions, and I needed to take them out. I didn’t care that this wasn’t the main battle; I treated it as such. Once we were done fighting the men at the gates, I ordered the men who stood behind to come forward as we began to break down the main gate of Avalor. I was sure it would not mind; it could always be rebuilt.

At the bottom of the box sat a final note. Mark picked it up. His eyes darkened as he read. "What does it say?" Mia asked. The room remained silent. Mark handed it to her. Her fingers tightened around the paper. Three simple words. Three words that instantly erased any illusion of safety. We see you. Silence consumed the room. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. And for the first time since the war began— Mia realized the enemy wasn't trying to reach her anymore. They already had.

Her taste was still on my tongue. "What do you say, Alpha?" I pulled out myself from my thoughts and stared at his Beta, Kelvin. "It looks natural but it does seem. Wild animals stay out of our territory as they can sense the danger." I told them. I had a lot of enemies. Thanks to my f****** father. His death didn't merely bring me the title of the Alpha but a bucket full of enemies. "We couldn't smell or get anything suspicious," Max said. There is where you are allowing your enemies to dig your grave, and rule your people. He doesn't need to know my thoughts.

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

They were beginning to lose hope in the success of the battle, and I found it rewarding that I might end up walking straight to the throne and sitting on it. As I advanced, the packhouse gates came into view, its wooden beams weathered to a soft gray. The entrance was guarded by two massive warriors, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and hostility. I could sense their unease, their bodies tense and ready to spring into action. I approached the gates, my movements fluid and deliberate. Kael fought alongside me, his claws flashing in the sunlight as we carved a path through the remaining enemy warriors. The sound of snarling and growling filled the air, the scent of blood and

But the fortress gates remained infuriatingly shut, our repeated charges failing to so much as rattle their iron-banded beams. Just as hope of breaching those fearsome walls began slipping from our desperate grasp, Aiden's wolf, Black roared loud enough to cut through din of battle. I glimpsed his broad form, a head above the throng, stained sword cleaving a swath through our enemies toward the gate like the vengeful god of old. Heart soaring, I fought my way closer to defend my mate's flank, instinct screaming to keep him in sight. But progress was agonising through the crush of steel and boiling rage. For each foe I hacked down, three more seemed to materialise as though bred of the carnag

The guards were dead. “That’s it. let’s move.” I said, and they both nodded. We headed down the hill, and by the time we got past the first gate, the second gate was already opening just as quietly as the first. The enemy’s men dropped like flies; not even the sound of their dead bodies touching the pavement could be heard. Soon we made it past the three gates and into the garden. Just before we could make it to the mansion, I saw something.

Chapter 11 — The Enemy Within The northern stronghold rose from the frozen cliffs like a fortress carved from the bones of the earth. Returning riders clattered over the drawbridge, their horses’ flanks steaming in the frigid air. The iron portcullis groaned closed behind them, sealing the gates with a shuddering finality. Eolan swung down from his saddle, the victory of the skirmish already feeling hollow. The mercenaries had scattered into the snow, but the black-clawed banners still haunted his mind. Whoever commanded them had sent a probing strike—a test, not an assault. The real blow was still coming.

“You’re mine.” He smiled. “And yours.” He pointed forward, toward Kael’s back. The car went silent again. My pulse spiked. I looked out the window. And there they were. The gates. Tall, iron, cruel. The same gates that once closed me out. Now opening for me again. My breath caught. Not in weakness. Not in surrender. But in fury. And in promise. Because as the gates swung wide, I swore This place might have broken me once. But it would never break me again.