Gate Series Novels & Stories

The Gate’s light dimmed a notch, but the veins of red remained. Corvin stepped forward. Of course he did. He didn’t hesitate—not in the visible, physical way. Inside, though, I could feel resistance coiling under his skin like barbed wire. He set his palm against the Gate. For a heartbeat, nothing. Then, a faint static hiss crept around the edges of the door, like a badly tuned radio. “State your regret,” the Game instructed. He was silent long enough that I wondered if the system would reject the attempt.

Lorenzo picked up another photograph. His father stood beside Gabriel. Both men were younger. Underneath the photograph was a handwritten message. IF THEY FIND THE GIRLS, FIND GABRIEL. Aria stared. "Why?" Seraphina answered. "Because he knows where the first gate is." "The first gate?" "Dawn has seven gates." Aria frowned. "Seven?" "Each one leads to a different part of the system." "And how many have been opened?" Seraphina looked at her. "Three."

“The object of the game, Master Kevin, is to reach enlightenment, the Gateway to Understanding. That is what a player hopes to win.” Without taking his eyes off us, he laid down another tile offering two plain, etched-in-black characters . . . “This means ‘gateway.’ It is what Sốphận players seek, the Gateway to Understanding.” Kevin folded his arms, looking interested. “Understanding? Of what?” Mr. Trung smiled but it wasn’t his same, kindly-old man expression. This smile seemed enigmatic . . . maybe even a little threatening. “Of everything, Master Kevin. Understanding of the self, of the surrounding world. Of the Ancients, even the universe. But the Gateway is guarded by the Four Sacred B

James said, who had almost arrived at the gate of the second phase. In that area, Riley Mackenzie was already there with more than 30 soldiers who looked confused about how to open the tall gate. The gate was made of thick iron. But there was no keyhole, meaning the gate could only be opened using something other than a regular key. "Should we find the organizers of this damn competition and force them to tell us how to open the gate?" Evan suggested.

Kate said in a huffy tone, glaring at Kiran. "Then I'll just go kill someone!" Kiran said, waving his hands. "Now that Wolfgate, Panthergate, and Liongate have been wiped out, I'm curious about what Tigergate and Dragongate are like." Hearing this, Kate felt as if she had been struck, her body trembling. She quickly rushed forward, half-hugging Kiran to stop him. "No!" "You think saying no will stop me?" Kiran turned and walked around her.

Caelan’s words left Clara shaking where she stood, the broken ring lying between us with frost spreading over its metal. I rose with Caelan’s help, one hand still protecting my stomach. The child shifted faintly beneath my palm, and through the bond Caelan felt my fear before I could hide it. “We are safe,” I said. His gaze moved from me to the hall. “Who else?” The question was quiet, but everyone who had laughed at the gate seemed to hear judgment in it.

The gate showed up without warning. Not because it was hidden—because it didn’t need to announce itself. It simply existed across the road like a decision had been made long ago that nobody got through without permission. Two sliding metal barriers, thick enough to stop a truck. A gatehouse set off to the side with tinted windows. A second set of gates behind the first, creating a narrow corridor—like they could trap a vehicle between them if they wanted. A sally port. My stomach tightened slightly. Not fear. Recognition.

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”

Then: "NO ONE ENTERS ALONE." The group exchanged looks. Then Thomas frowned. Immediately. The First Crown pulsed. Authority. Then the Third Crown. Truth. Then he understood. The gate wasn't testing strength. Or intelligence. Or speed. Then: "It's testing trust." The gate reacted. Immediately. Blue light surged through the runes. Then the fortress answered. "CORRECT." God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the voice continued. "TO CLAIM THE FIFTH KEY." Pause.

The young man, Gabe, just smiled in return. “Is he too nervous to understand what’s happening?” Gareth thought. A minute passed. Gareth looked around, and the soldiers were still surrounding the car, still pointing their guns. “Why aren’t they shooting?” Gareth wondered. “They are waiting for something,” Gabe said. “When they get the signal, they will shoot.” “They are waiting? Don’t tell me…” Gareth frowned. As he expected, the gates opened, and Gregg walked out along with the two Chiefs of Staff and many other high-ranked officers.