Gate Light Novel Novels & Stories

Lexa tried not to blush but it was difficult when he looked at her with his toxic emerald eyes. "Can we just go?" "That means you're not mad anymore?" "You make it difficult for me to ever stay mad at you!" He held her waist and pecked her. "You know I love you, right?" "You make me doubt it sometimes." Elliot was about to say something when something else got his tongue. Lexa noticed he froze and turned to what he was looking at. It was THE GATE. It was an abandoned golden gate with seaweeds covering most of it and brown moss aided the seaweeds in doing so. The gate stood tall and the gaps between the poles was enough for a child suffering from muscle atrophy to fit in.

"YOU CANNOT CROSS THE THRESHOLD!" "Watch me!" Lorrie screamed! A violent gravitational gale erupted from the Gate, pulling stone, smoke, and bodies toward the white void! Soldiers screamed as they were lifted into the air! Lorenzo wrapped his arm tightly around Lorrie’s waist, holding her close as they stepped toward the glowing precipice. "Hold the baby!" "I have him!" Lorrie cried! The baby suddenly woke up. As the blinding white light of the Gate washed over his small frame, his silver eyes ignited like twin stars. He raised one tiny hand toward the roaring vortex.

The candlelight flickered as I traced a line of text with my fingers. The words shimmered—then rearranged. I blinked. A new line appeared beneath the others, glowing softly. “When the blood is near, the gate will open.” “What gate?” I whispered. But before I could read more, a crash shook the room. I shot to my feet and ran for the stairs. Outside, warriors shouted. Flames flickered at the edge of the courtyard. Elias met me at the entrance. “A breach,” he growled. “Not from outside—from below.”

As the echoes faded, the silver veins in the earth began to pulse faster, spreading outward like wildfire toward the Gate. The wind screamed through the gorge as Kaelen crested the ridge. The world below no longer looked like the valley he’d sworn to protect. The ground pulsed with veins of light, rivers of silver snaking between shattered stones. The air shimmered like molten glass, bending and breaking the rain into prisms. And at the center of it all stood the Gate—a colossal arch of fractured crystal half-buried in the mountain. Its surface rippled like water, reflecting skies that didn’t belong to this world.

Trees stood in the mist, tall and stripped bare. She stood on the edge of a vast field. A war had been fought here once. Blades of strange silver dotted the ground, some still pulsing with trapped magic. In the distance, stood a Gate loomed, massive and unhinged, bound in chains of light. It groaned with the wind. The sky above held no stars. She stepped forward, and the memory of her steps echoed as if the ground itself was remembering them. She wasn’t alone. A girl stood near the Gate. Pale skin. Sharp features. Her eyes — Crystal’s eyes. But she wasn't Crystal

Chaos blazed across Allistair's skin in wild, luminous arcs. Jointly, they laid hands on the obsidian surface, still sealed. “Again,” he said quietly. Allistair nodded, his teeth gritted. "Again." They pushed. Power slammed into the barrier. The world shook, cracks tore across the ancient lock and the Gate screamed. Lucifer leaned in, voice low, dark, and reverent: “Break for me, Amor Meus." Allistair bared his teeth, Chaos roaring. The Gate fissured, spilling light through the cracks like blood. Lucifer whispered one final word: “Open.” The Gate broke.

Luz’s amber gaze followed Amelia’s movement to his side, her presence beside him feeling both familiar and dangerously distracting. “Good job yourself,” he replied curtly, his attention shifting back to the tactical situation. His armoured form turned to face Supervivente, the old man’s offer of assistance registering with calculated consideration. “Opening the gate from inside requires either the captain’s key or several keys; or magical disenchantment. Which one are you capable of?” The massive western stone gate loomed ahead. The street ahead was empty, made from weathered cobblestones forming a wide thoroughfare between rows of tall timber-framed buildings.

It stretched across the path, a shimmering barrier that seemed to separate the ordinary world from what I assumed to be a realm of magic and wonder. Raziel stopped us here, then he took a single golden key out of his pants pocket and put it in the lock on the gate. With an audible click the lock opened, and Raziel pushed the gate, motioning for me to go inside. I walked through the gate with him following me. He stopped to shut it and relocked it with the little golden key. He put the key back in his pocket then grabbed my hand, much to the dismay of my mark. Luckily, I had been learning to ignore it. Not that it was easy to do, but it helped the tiniest bit.

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

“You saw this gateway?” “Mmm” I tilt my head back and forth slowly, “It was the mirror” I point to the folder where a page depicts the gateway hidden underground in Tolba. “Queen Lamia found a book, that explained how to…” I think of the right words, “…Open the gateway.”