Gate Fanfic Novels & Stories

“She’s crying.” “What? Who?” “The child. She’s crying again.” Her hand glowed faintly where it touched the ground. “They’ve started the sacrifice.” Nicklaus’s face hardened. “Then we’re going in now.” Renna tried to protest, but before she could speak, he pressed his hand against the stone gate. The runes flared brighter, his blood responded. A sharp, electric crack split the air, and the gate groaned open. Cold wind rushed out, smelling of ashes and dust.

What will happen when the charismatic crown prince of the Arisee clan son of the great dubious king Ziba falls in love with the slave girl who worked in the maize farm where he was supposed to supervise. Conflicted and torn, he would have to make his choice wisely either to send the slave girl down to the deadliest places or have her all to himself and dance to the drum beats of the masquerades... Coming soon.

Gosh I almost lost it back there, Nora is so annoying! Mom words popped up on my head. •Be careful Zara. Do not get into trouble• I sighed and bit my lower lip, I was about to twist the door knob and leave when I heard footsteps. I turned gently to see the blue haired cutie stepping out from a door. The upper buttons of his shirt are opened, showing his chest. Waiting a sec......what was he doing here?. This is a female restroom. As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from.

I laughed. He laughed, "I love you too. But I'm afraid this is the end of us. You have reached your destination." See his stupid ass I'd befriend because he was hilarious like me 😉. "Thank you. You are the best driver ever, keep on making people smile okay.." I said getting off and he winked, "keep on being sexy like you are." Yeah, he was an idiot. I approached this huge ass metal gate as my phone vibrated again. I took it from my pocket and found a text from the one and only woman I'm attracted to.

The mountain trembled. Aria gasped, her mind filled with Kael’s presence — his rage, his loneliness, his boundless, terrible love. The Gate’s power wrapped around them both, recognizing their unity not as defiance… but as proof. The stone parted with a shuddering roar. A blinding rift of light yawned open before them — swirling with fire, shadow, and memory. Kael’s breath hitched. “It’s open…” But even as he said it, the light twisted. The Gate’s center darkened — not welcoming them, but reaching out, a tendril of raw energy lashing toward Kael. It struck him square in the chest, throwing him backward.

“Then I’m with you. Whatever happens.” Aaron’s tone was dry. “Touching sentiment. Try not to get vaporized.” Ignoring him, I walked to the Gate. The air around it was thick, humming with energy. The closer I got, the louder the whispers became—thousands of voices overlapping, crying, begging, promising. You can end it. You can free them. You can be what she could not be. I lifted my hand. The marks on my skin responded instantly, light and shadow twisting into a spiral. The moment my fingers brushed the Gate, everything exploded.

Not Kael. Not Draven. Something new. Something awake. And the Gate— opened again.

he pointed to Ash and himself "– hope you already get it." He then plastered a playful smirk on his lips then whistled. "Besides, you and Ash could have a great romance." "That could be hopeless," Ash murmured but still enough to be heard. I chortled but suddenly stopped as Kill gently held my chin high to see what was in front of me, like my chin is a kind of delicate feather, making all the blood rush to my cheeks. But my fantasy of his touch suddenly stopped as my eyes gazed at a huge silver gate in front.

Not to mention his faked engagement to the creepy Ameline Benoit. Part of it could have come from how close I'd grown with my Sidhe friend, Liam O'Dane. The Gatekeeper was as kind to me and sweet as always, and I knew, despite the fact Quaid was doing his best to accept him in my life, there was still tension. Maybe it wasn't fair, but I figured it served him right if he felt a little jealous for pretending to be attached to another girl. Especially the horrid Ameline, of all people.

The Gate was feeding on my emotional instability too, and every flicker of doubt made it stronger. I could feel the twins again, their energy flaring, bright and wild, sensing Delph and Afnan. They were trying to reach them, trying to anchor them, but the Gate’s pull was violent. I could almost see the distortion in reality around them, faint ripples, echoes of movement, and then, the pulse of Delph’s determination. Even so, the Gate resisted, feeding, twisting, reacting to every surge of emotion in the chamber.