Gate Keeper Of Hell Novels & Stories

“Who the hell is that?” The Priestess’s voice was grim. “The Warden’s herald. The Gate has sent its first hand to collect its vessel.” And then, as the stranger drew his blade, the ground split beneath us—light and shadow surging upward in violent waves. The Gate was waking. And it wanted me.

Feeling of that fear where I am locked up again. " Madam ..... What are you doing at this time ? " A security came out from security room and enquired " Open it " I said in a rude tone. " Sorry madam ... But it's almost going to be midnight " he looked at me doubtfully and said " So what ? I am ordering to you open this gate " I shouted at him " Madam without permission we can't do that " he replied " Whose permission you need ? Right now you don't need anyone's permission to open this gate for me. I am telling you open it right now before I break that lock " all Anger inside me was rushing outside when he didn't opened the gate for me.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

Calista asks through gritted teeth. “Only the ruler of Hell can guard the underworld. The Guardian is only meant to guard the Gate. Gaia has given that up to the monsters behind that Gate. They will be able to do what they want, even portal and cause destruction on Earth. Killing millions because the rightful ruler has revoked her title. Hell will fall and so will the world.” This just keeps getting better! The ground vibrates around us as we turn to look at the Gate as it vibrates.

“Okay well we will gather our troops and dispatch them to the hideouts so they can be our eyes up high, the mines will be our alerts from below and the rest of us just have to be prepared for what comes in the middle, I just wish we could figure out a way to get rid of this damned hellfire!” “What is that?” I turn to see a portal open “stand down it is my Mother-In-Law” she comes through the portal and looks around “ah, there you are”, she comes over to me “there is something I need to tell you quickly, well the most important being the hellsfire, it will act as a gateway from the under world, so you need to assign people to guard around it at all times because the things that will crawl up

He put them on the worktop and poured a bowl of cornflakes, as he was getting the milk out of the fridge, he looked again at the beer, the three beers he had drunk last night, had been replaced. A feeling of surprise, anger, and then...Terror. Gabriel sank on the kitchen stool; someone had been in the house, someone had unlocked the door and could have let him out, or he could have fought his way out. He just wanted to go home, where ever home was—such a shit way to start the day. Well, looking at the positive side, he had another way to get out of here, if he didn't get out of here by wrecking the door, he would batter the idiot who came to replace the beer. He finished his breakfast, rinse

I glared at him. “It once did…” He shrugged. “The guardian of this gate is a Succubus; if we can avoid our primal instincts, we'll pass without having to fight.” “And the next one?” I snarled, observing the slow and painful healing of the paw. “Damn purgatory!” “It's a five-headed snake, the guardian of gluttony!” Lambert analyzed the wound, looking at me. “Good thing you feel more pain while recovering here!” “Sweet revenge, isn't it?” I snarled menacingly, knowing that he was relishing in my pain.

Just said I was a crazy bastard, and now I'm prostrating myself. Cia's hand stretched out to the side where the door was, she didn't close it but pressed her five hands on the palm print on the side of the gate. As it lasted, hundreds of flames resembling people's bodies flocked out. It no longer resembled, but it was indeed a person or creature roasted in the fires of hell. This is Hades' hellish gate, but Cia has access to it. "Suck up all those who sin!" Cia's order at the gates of hell.

She believed he would perform a miracle! Inside the room, Chase looked at the elderly Mr. Cooper lying in bed and shook his head while saying, “You’re fortunate to have met me. I’ve inherited the 13 Needles of Hell’s Gate from the old man, and this technique is known to pull the dead back from the gates of Hades himself.”

“Those are instructions.” “Remember how I said Cerberus guarded the gates of the underworld? In Greek mythology, that world was Tartarus. Basically hell. That’s probably where Be met those people. And if there’s a place, there’s an address. The mysterious card, with the symbol and number sequence, makes it clear they didn’t want to expose whatever the hell this is—but they did want the right people to find it. It looks like geographic coordinates to me.” “So only authorized people can get there,” I add.