Gate Series Novels & Stories

Vale stepped back slightly, giving space as if observing an experiment reaching a crucial stage. “This is what we intended,” he said calmly. “Synchronization. A unified conduit capable of stabilizing the Gate.” The air seemed to thicken at that word. Gate. The same word from the vision. The same whisper that had echoed through the mark when I touched it. My pulse quickened. “You said awakening,” I said sharply. “Awakening of what?” Vale’s gaze returned to me. “The threshold,” he answered. “The boundary between planes.” Cold realization slid down my spine.

Its towering frame is made of sleek, polished steel or aluminium and is embellished with embedded LED lights that softly illuminate, emphasising its high-tech appearance even in low light. At first appearance, it appears to be seamless, with no typical locks or handles. Instead, a panel with a high-definition touchscreen interface grabs attention by displaying elaborate patterns or a digital keypad for authorization. Sensors embedded discretely surrounding the gate detect motion and presence, providing an atmosphere of responsive intelligence. The gate's high-tech prowess is immediately apparent upon approach. As we approach the panel brightens with a colourful display, prompting for authori

“East gate guard changes post. There’s a four-minute window where the east garden is uncovered by both camera and patrol.” He held Dave’s gaze. “This door leads to a service corridor. The service corridor connects to the east garden maintenance access. The maintenance access has a gate that opens from the inside without a key.” Dave looked at the door. Then he looked at Marco. Marco’s face was completely still. Not inviting. Not warning. Simply presenting information the way a road sign presents information, neutral and factual, the interpretation and the choice belong entirely to the person receiving it.

"This place hates undocumented movement. So we document it wrong." Jack blinked. Katherine stared at her sister as if she had just said something mathematically obscene and useful. Haley grabbed a drifting contract fragment. It sliced her palm. She hissed, then wrote in blood across a closed gate: AUTHORIZED FAMILY NONSENSE ACCESS. The gate flickered. The Prime Analyst snapped its attention toward her. Invalid credential. Haley slapped another fragment onto it. AUTHORIZED BY ABSOLUTELY NOT AUXILIARY STERLING. The gate flickered harder.

Security spots my ID immediately as I flash it mid-stride, and they wave us through the priority lane without a scan, their faces tightening with recognition of the urgency. “Go, Mr. Vorian,” one guard says firmly. “We have got eyes on them at the gate. Move!” We sprint toward Gate M18, the sign glowing red in the distance down the long concourse. Shoes pound on the tiled floor in rhythmic thuds, and Zephyr stays right beside me, our breaths syncing in the rush, sweat already beading on our foreheads from the exertion. The gate comes into view amid a milling crowd of travelers, some boarding, others waiting with phones in hand.

I vaulted down the stairs right behind him, swinging my leg over the Sovereign. "You aren't going out there alone," I told him, kicking the engine to life. The deep, flawless Origin-Code combustion purred beneath me. "Wouldn't dream of it, Ghost," Dax said, pulling his bandana up over his nose. The massive hydraulic gears of Coldwater’s main gates groaned. Dust and rust fell from the hinges as the sixty-foot durasteel doors slowly parted, revealing the sprawling, chaotic army waiting outside. The roar of the crowd died down instantly. Thousands of eyes locked onto the gates.

I crossed along the wall, staying out of the open center, and reached the residential block's east corner without incident. From here I could see the gate. The replacement guard's name I didn't know. I had seen him twice during daylight rotations, young, maybe twenty, with the slightly self-conscious bearing of someone who was still getting comfortable with the weight of the responsibility. He stood at the gate with his back mostly toward me, watching the exterior approach. Garrett's shift ended at the second hour past midnight. I had watched the handover three times from the library window, which had a sightline to the gate's approach path. Garrett left. The replacement arrived. Between the

The lead agent responded, "Negative. We need to prioritize the surface." The agents proceeded without detecting his presence. ( Confirm ) Kael moved forward as the slope became steeper. His panel opened and updated. [ Surface Distance: 240 meters ] Gate 2 is smaller than Gate 3. It is used for maintenance rather than fieldwork. Kael stepped out from behind storage crates in an unmarked maintenance shed. He noticed two relaxed security officers at the gate controls. The Core was calm as he reached the surface. ( Standard ) His panel opened again and displays a synchronization update.

He did not speak other than to confirm my identity and then with a curt nod we were headed to the airfield. As we reached the airfield my phone rang. I glanced at the screen that read Bossy Alpha. Noticing the name assigned to Drake I hit ignore. I shot him a text that let him know I would be out of town for a little while and then shut my phone off. I knew if I left that phone on I would either be bombarded with more calls or an endless stream of text messages. I boarded the plane and ordered a drink. I pulled the envelope from my bag and began reviewing what little information I had. There were my security credentials for this mission, along with hotel information and a room key. There was

“I hope to see you all when all these is over.“ The air was thick with emotions. If there was something that was crystal clear—it's the fact that not all of them would survive. Alpha Lydia step forward. “Victory! Victory!! Victory!!!“ The mood was lifted once again. “Hurray! Hurray!! Hurray!!!“ They all chanted, lifting their weapons in the air. “Now, lets start,” Gomez says, the moment the cheers dies down. Two of the private warriors stepped forward with two bombs in their hands and started walking towards the door of the passage way. Carefully, they set the bomb by the gate, and quickly bolted away before the twenty seconds timing elapses. The Alphas and warriors placed their hands over t