Gate Series Novels & Stories

His real voice slipped through for half a breath. The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. Then the Gate Opener dragged it under.

"If formation is damaged, then that crack is the only life gate. You have to know that this life gate is not always there, allowing you to enter and exit at any time. There were eight gates in formations in total. After the damage, there is only a living gate. If one enters theother seven gates, he will die. When he entered, the Gibson family clanman chose the only life gate of the eight gates to enter without knowing anything. When he came out, he came out of the only life gate. "He can choose the right gate twice. Do you think he's lucky?" Master Eva Green blinked and could not help but nod. She quickly asked, "But what does it have to do with what you said that we can't get anything?" "It

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.

Her mother gave Dannie a tight-lipped smile and she returned it. “Balric tells me,” Dad said from behind his desk. “You know where the gates are and how to close them?” “Yep, and I’m pretty sure I’m more than capable of doing it. There are four gates in the states, but I think the one in Cheyenne should be the one I practice on.” “Cheyenne,” Lee said her posture stiffening. “Interesting,” Dannie’s mom said and Dannie swore she was starting to hate that word. “I’d almost say the deabru was making a move on us.”

They all shuddered at his ruthlessness. “How can we trust you that you will also let our world go?” Arlen asked. “After all, our world still has the Gate.” he said. They nodded in agreement with what Arlen said. “You don’t know?” Nicht looked at them in surprise. “You only have to kill the guardian of the Gate so that the Gate would also disappear.” He answered. They were stunned. Nicht maliciously smiled. “So you don’t know…” he muttered. “The Gate only appears because someone was born to guard it. In short, its guardian was born.” He said. “Kill its guardian and the Gate disappears!” he told them.

He was just following orders. But true to these words, in exactly 60 seconds, we arrived at a back gate. The iron gate was similar to the second gate at the other side of their pack. They were both covered in grass and it had a distinct writing of the name and region of their pack. When Chris got to the gate, he grabbed a black remote from the console and pressed it. The gate parted open. But what caught my attention was the needle-like iron that entered the ground before we passed through and I watched it grow back up from the side window.

He asked. Althea’s eyes sharpened. “You know what this is.” She stated firmly. The generals exchanged brief looks. Reyes exhaled slowly. “Yes.” He answered calmly before his expression darkened. “And if Luca Valtieri is moving toward that convergence point, then this war is much bigger than you realize.” August straightened immediately. “What is it?” He asked. Silence filled the room briefly before Reyes pointed directly at the center point Nicholas identified earlier. “That,” he said quietly, “is the Axis Gate.”

Evelyn noticed first. "What is it?" The Guardian slowly pointed toward a faded symbol. A mark nearly erased by time. Althea leaned closer. The symbol resembled a circle surrounded by seven smaller circles. Nothing remarkable. At least initially. The Guardian's face had gone pale. "The Seven Gates." Silence. Nobody moved. Then Evelyn whispered: "No." The Guardian nodded. "Yes." Varis frowned. "I don't understand." The Guardian looked up. His expression grim. "The First Path was never one doorway."

"Are you hit?" "No," I cough, waving away the cloud of drywall dust. "I'm okay. What was that?" "C4," he snarls, standing up and pulling me with him. He grabs his jeans from the floor, hopping on one leg to pull them on. "Drive-by. They tossed a satchel charge at the gate." "They're breaching?" "No." He buckles his belt, his face grim. "They're testing. Seeing how long it takes us to respond. Seeing if we panic."

How? The gates were made out of powerful, thick steel rods that gave peeks into the paradise beyond it was protecting. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get much of a view of its beauty as scores of Blackvines Pack guards dressed in suits stood behind the barricades they had set in place against my G-wagon.