Gate Of The Sun Book Novels & Stories

God, I thought Caius had this book destroyed after what it did to Agron. I swallowed, looking at the thing with morbid curiosity. Elegant but still crude markings flowed out across the cover; I recognized them as cuneiform. On the surface were reliefs of strange creatures I’d never seen before and wolf-like beings. Whatever scene was being depicted, it wasn’t friendly. *It’s the Great War, the war with the deabru. These books are what they used to create the great gates from their world to ours and practice the evil magic that perverted the very essences of the soul. They were supposed to be destroyed on sight.*

Flame Gordon grew up in Lunia, and the cultivation methods he had learned since he was a child were the best. But at this moment, he felt that Caspian was really unfathomable. "He truly lives up to his reputation as a man capable of pushing down Dog God Mountain." Flame Gordon couldn't help but say in his heart. If Setting Sun Gate was the starting point, the Ox-Headed Valley would be to the west of the Setting Sun Gate, while Caspian would be to the south. However, when their spirit boat was knocked down, it was not long before Caspian left the Setting Sun Gate, so it was not far from the Ox-Head Valley.

The light stopped at Ward 119, and he heard the cry of a newborn baby. Suddenly, words appeared on the door, and he understood that a part of the prophecy had been fulfilled. He entered the room and saw the new parents gazing lovingly at their baby girl. They were startled when they saw the seer approach their child, but he placed a bracelet on her and declared her a supernova. "But the supernova died a thousand years ago!" the father exclaimed. "Yes, but your child is different," the seer explained. "There were other supernovas, but they all died. The title has not been given until now. Your baby is the next supernova, and a prophecy is attached to her. Only the gods can protect her."

The house we hid within was on the main road, one leading straight ahead to a set of towering gates. Two pillars topped with a sun and moon sat on either side of the gates. The entire thing was made out of some kind of strange stone. There were veins of silver and gold embedded in the iridescent material. As the moonlight hit its surface, the colors within shifted and glowed. I’d never seen anything so beautiful, even if there were a handful of pale-eyed sentries pacing back and forth in front of it. “The sun rises in the east,” Azrael said, a wistful light sparkling within his eyes. “These gates were built to honor that, while the western ones honor the sunset. It’s been such a long time si

The massive steel gates of the Nest opened before us with a deep, otherworldly rumble. The sulfurous warmth and familiar, vibrating energy spilling from the mountain’s belly washed over me like a long-awaited embrace. But this homecoming was nothing like I had imagined. There was no triumph, no celebration.

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

The gates of the haven creaked open as Rowan gave a low whistle, a signal that seemed both secret and ancient. Two guards emerged from the mist, their cloaks heavy with dew, their faces shadowed by hoods. At first, Evelynn’s chest tightened—ready for danger—but when the guards saw Rowan, they bowed their heads without question and pulled the stone-carved doors wider.

It dwarfed them. Every rune shimmered with silver fire. Raven reached out slowly. Her fingertips hovered inches from the stone. Shadow whispered, Ready? Nightfire answered, Always. Raven pressed her palm against the Gate. The mountain shook violently. Runes ignited across the entire doorway. Silver light exploded outward. The massive doors groaned. Not opening... But unlocking. A deafening metallic CLANG echoed across the valley. One lock. Then another. Then another. Seven ancient seals appeared across the Gate.

"IF THE MOON CANNOT HAVE YOU, THE VOID WILL!" "Father!" I screamed, looking toward the corner. My father was clinging to a support beam, his face ashen. But he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the rift with a strange, tragic recognition. "The Southern Wastes..." my father shouted over the roar. "Darlene! The Sun-Walkers... they didn't just bring fire! They were the keepers of the Gates! Your mother... she showed me how to seal the cracks!". "How?" I screamed, the coldness of the poison reaching my heart.

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y