Gate Keeper Book Novels & Stories

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”

Luther said coldly. He then turned and headed to the gate as Rico started to sob. Luther got to the gate and saw that it was locked and he muttered angrily under his breath. He looked at the floor and his eyes swept across Alpha Vicker's two security guards who were bleeding and looking lifeless. Close to Luther's feet was Trey, his warrior who was trying to open the gate. The key to the gate was on the floor beside him. Luther scooped down and picked up the key. He then inserted the key into the keyhole and opened the gate. The gate swung open and all his warriors outside the gate swarmed around him.

“It’s awake.” They pressed on, past the pod room and into a wider chamber, its ceiling higher and coated with a strange black substance that shimmered in their flashlight beams. The walls were carved with more symbols, deeper this time—as if someone had scratched them in with claws. In the center stood a tall terminal, wrapped in cables that pulsed faintly with a bluish light. Emily walked straight to it. “Wait,” Mason said, stepping forward. “You sure that’s a good idea?” “She called it the Gatekeeper,” Emily replied, placing a hand gently on the terminal. “It doesn’t just store data. It protects it.”

Liora whispered aloud. “The walls are not meant for the children but for those coming from outside. It is said Heaven’s Gate is the safest place within Darkmoon,” a calm voice answered from ahead. Before Liora stood four individuals, three women and one man. “I am Madam Keptlar, head caretaker of Heaven’s Gate, and these are my colleagues: Kelly, Solange, and Runswell, the head guard. Solange is in charge of teaching the children, and Kelly is our cook. Welcome to Heaven’s Gate, Luna.”

He tried to open it but it didn’t budge. Khepri smiled.“It will only open when you need it. It is called the book of the dead.When Kong’s are buried they are given one to assist them on their journey here. Every spell and lamentation you will need to help you on this journey is written inside of it. Everything you will need is within this book, and within you. All things are possible. Who you are is limited by who you think you are. Remember that.” She said, more of a command than a suggestion. She walked with him across the long corridor until they were standing in front of a large golden gate with the exact same symbol and signs he saw appear on the cover of the his book. The symbols glow

I said, though my heart was pounding at the thought of walking straight into the heart of Ashborn territory carrying a secret that could burn the entire treaty to the ground. Marta reached across the table and pressed something small and cold into my palm, an old iron key, tarnished with age. “This will not get you past the wards,” she said. “But it will open the old caretaker’s gate on the eastern side, the one Magnus stopped using after your mother died, Kade. It will buy you a few precious minutes nobody will be watching for.” Kade took the key from my hand, his jaw set with a determination that made my chest ache with something between fear and fierce, aching pride.

After several hours, we reached a massive stone gate. There were no guards. No locks. Only three symbols carved into the stone. A golden circle. A silver key. A black crown. Kael stopped. This is it. The Gate of Memory. I frowned. Why is there a crown? Kael looked at me. Because the memory belongs to the First King. I stepped toward the gate. What memory? The one you were never supposed to recover. The gate opened. A blinding light filled the mountain. I stepped through. Cassian grabbed my hand.

"I thought these were the Gatekeepers." The golden-eyed man swallowed. "They are." He looked at the enormous hand forcing the gate wider. "...That is the one they fear." The hand gripped the edge of the gate. Stone shattered. The opening widened another foot. Then a deep voice echoed from the darkness. "So..." The single word shook the chamber. "...my prison finally opens." Kael felt the mark on his chest burn. The Gatekeeper King laughed. "I have waited centuries to meet the last heir."

Adrian warned. Soon after Adrian's warning, we were surrounded by heavily suited men and women. "State your business here!" One of the Keepers yelled. Livia stepped forward. "Friendly passing." "Why should we let you pass?" "Because an open door says, come in." "But a shut door says, who are you?" the Chief Gatekeeper responded. "Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors," "If a door is shut and you want it shut, why open it?" "Doors forget, but only doors know what it is. Doors forget." Livia completed.

Symbols similar to those in Anna’s book glowed faintly on its surface. “This must be it,” Anna said, her voice filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. Ryan approached the gate, running his fingers over the symbols. “So… how do we open it?” Anna stepped forward, holding the book up to the gate. The symbols on the gate began to glow brighter, matching the book’s light. With a deep rumble, the gate slowly opened, revealing a chamber bathed in ethereal light. Inside stood the guides—three ghostly figures cloaked in shimmering robes. Their faces were obscured, but their presence exuded a sense of ancient wisdom.