Gate Novel Series Novels & Stories

But then again, if I were someone who derived pleasure from killing people, I guess a heavy metal gate would be just what I needed to shield myself from the consequences of my actions. Two heavily built men stand on either side of the gate. Their eyes lock on the vehicle as we approach, and once we stop in front of the gate, one of the men walks towards us. Nikolai lowers the window, and the man says something in Russian, to which Nikolai replies also in their native tongue. The man glances at me and makes an odd sound at the back of his throat before returning to his post at the gate. I watch as He leans in and whispers something to the other guard. The second guard nods and steps aside. He

Hence, he went up to Drakthorn Ridge that night. The villa was brightly lit, and as he approached the front gate, he noticed it wide open as if someone was expecting him. He called over the guards watching Ethan and asked, “Does he always leave the gates open at night?” “No,” the guard replied. “Only tonight.” Stephen frowned. Did Ethan know he was coming? For some reason, he felt strangely nervous. After taking a deep breath, he mustered the courage to walk inside. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Ethan sitting on the couch reading a book. This time, however, it was a different book from the one he had seen before.

he said, his voice like a blade slicing through the air, "your soul will be severed from your body, and you will remain in this liminal state indefinitely. A ghost wandering the earth with no hope of return." The words hit her like a hammer, stealing the breath she didn’t need. "Indefinitely?" she whispered, horrified. "Yes," the Time Keeper said simply. "Failure is not an option, Alessia." Alessia swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "And how do I… reach you? In case something goes wrong, or I need help?" The Time Keeper's lips curved into a faint smile, and with a wave of his hand, a small, silver pendant appeared, floating towards her. It was shaped like an hourglass, its sands glimm

“But you wouldn’t have forgiven me.” We camped near the lake that night. None of us spoke much. The remaining warriors formed a circle around our small fire. Some stared into the flames. Others closed their eyes and pretended to sleep. But no one truly did. Not after what they’d seen. The dagger pulsed faintly in the dark, and we all felt it. The closer we got to the third gate, the heavier it became. “The Gate of Cost,” Dain said at last, breaking the silence. “It lies at the edge of the Veil’s root. The place where it first bled into this world. No illusions. No riddles. Just a demand.”

It appeared that Count David had grown tired of gazing at my disdainful expression; at last, he uttered, "Unbolt the gate and extend a warm greeting to our visitor." At his command, the soldiers standing behind him swiftly sprang into action. A mystical incantation echoed through the air, and the resounding clocks and clatters of the metal gate reverberated around us. The seemingly fragile city gate, when viewed from the outside, revealed itself to be over a meter thick. The gate was a curious blend of natural wood and enchanted steel, with only the initial few inches crafted from the former and the remainder fortified with the latter. [Reinforced Metal II]

At his Apartment He got to the gate and screeched to a stop. To his vexation, the guards refused to open the gate when they noticed that there was a girl in the passenger's seat. He honked his horn, and waited. Rather than opening the gate, Mrs. Gail, the forty years female guard, who had taken the place of Lady Mitchell Stewart and added mothering Johnny to her tasks, walked up to him with aggression written on her face. He wound down the window and greeted. “Good morning, Mrs. Gail.”

It was a tough decision, but be was confident it would pay off. ***** Gayle slipped past the hallway of Caleb's mansion. There were a few guards on ground, but considering most of them had gone off to join the battle with Alejandro, and there was barely anyone in her way, as she headed toward Caleb’s chamber. The familiarity of his scent hit her, but she noticed it had been tainted with another she found unfamiliar.

Then: "There he is." Then: "The slow one." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then Thomas looked around. Then: "What happened here?" Nobody answered immediately. Then Darius pointed forward. Then Thomas saw it. A giant gate. Black. Massive. Covered in blue runes. The Fifth Key floated behind it. Visible. Yet unreachable. Then Eryx sighed. Then: "The gate won't open." Silence. Then: "We've tried everything." Then Rowan nodded.

he asks. Wesley gestures toward the gate. “Travelers.” “From where?” He asked “Eastmarch.” Gaven’s expression darkens immediately. “Scouts?” Wesley shakes his head slowly. “Not exactly.” He signals the gate watch above. “Bring them forward.” The heavy doors open just enough for a narrow gap. Through it, I see them. There are six of them. They are thin, covered in dust, and they look exhausted.

He must exit via the gate to the human realm. Before him are four gates: human, supernatural, gods, and hell. Colton must choose the correct gate. I see him pause and look . Gate One has roses without thorns perfect in every way. I hear his thoughts. ‘Too perfect, my world has both beauty and pain.’ I smile. Gate two is covered in purple and gold roses with thorns. ‘Magical like the supernatural realm.’ Again I smile. Third gate burns but red roses covering it don’t. ‘Maybe but I should look at the fourth to be sure.’