Gate Series Novels & Stories

"That is where your strategic programming is fundamentally wrong, boy. The most valuable lessons are always forged in the rooms we wish to forget." Suddenly, with a heavy, agonizing screech of ungreased metal, the massive iron gates slowly creaked open entirely on their own, swinging inward into the mist. Matteo’s hand instantly flew to his tactical radio, his face darkening. "Boss, we have a live anomaly. The electronic locking mechanisms on those gates have already been systematically bypassed from the inside." Lorenzo didn't hesitate, his right hand instinctively sliding beneath his tailored jacket to rest firmly against the textured grip of his high-caliber sidearm. "All units, weapons h

“So Frostfang thought the route was clear.” “Yes.” Rowan spoke from behind Evelyn. “But it wasn’t.” Vale looked at him. “No.” Thunder rolled somewhere beyond the mountains, low and distant. Warren crouched closer. “How did it get through the gate?” Vale’s eyes flicked to the map pinned to the shed wall. “Eastern gate runs on layered confirmation. Visual flag from outer ridge. Radio code from patrol. Then approach pattern. Vehicles stop at three points before the gate opens.” Caleb’s voice came softly from outside the shed door. “That sounds… organized.”

HE smiles in satisfaction as HE grins in pure delight, but with slight malice just for fun, whispering the words. “Well then.” With a quick snap and the echoing sound that engulfs the place, the pentagram of the gates draws unto the floor. With its distinct color and hue, a gate appears with a symbol that does not resemble any other else, but a special type of one. A unique one, and more likely a special door that does not just link from one person to another, from one god and with its distinction, but everything that falls under the truth of the seven worlds and books.

The gate was his family secret and unknown to many because it was an arranged escape route. The two small black gates were used by Bad to run his weed and drug dealings. You knocked slightly on any of the gates if you wanted to just make purchases; and you will get attended to, through a concave hole on the gate. You knocked slightly four times at the gate by your left from the back of the fence; if you wished to go in. I knocked four times on the gate and a tenor voice responded from inside. "Who is that? What you want?" "Tell Bad loud makes it louder."

I walked out. “Thanks.” I said I said to him as I stood there a little confused about how to open the gate. It was different from all the gates I had seen before, it had no handle or clear point where it can be opened from. “Just place your thumb on that point over there” Greg said as if sensing my confusion. I placed my thumb on the part he had pointed to, a green light came on after it was done processing my thumb print, it opened and I walked into the compound with my heart beating fast wondering what Diego wants from me. I am scared to find out.

The gate is very high, about 15 feet, and made of iron. “Do you ever open the gate?” I asked. “Yes, only when they want to lubricate it. The only time it would ever be opened is if we were going to war. There is a smaller gate attached to it for the messengers to pass through, but I think I have to cancel that too, seeing how Adrain is easily sneaking in cameras,” he said. “Good to see you, Alpha,” a man said, coming to us and bowing his head. Damien smiled, turning to him.

And after I momentarily parked my car in front of the massive gate, he then made his way towards me. I rolled down the window of my car so that we could talk face-to-face. "I already installed all the cameras," he informed me. I nodded. "Thanks. I'll just connect it to my phone then." George only nodded as a response. "Is the kid inside?" "Yes, sir," he answered promptly, to which I answered with a nod. Then, I asked him, "Can you please ring the doorbell for me?" But before he could even do what I asked, the gate had already opened by itself.

The Gate was alive with energy, pulsing in rhythm with his presence, acknowledging his authority as its chosen guardian. As he stepped closer, the runes on the Gate shimmered and changed, the lines of ancient symbols twisting and reforming before his eyes. They were patterns he recognized—warnings, instructions, cryptic glimpses into the unknown. The power within the Gate surged, a wave of energy so intense it brought Veyron to his knees. His hands cradled his head as the visions flooded him.

Vivian stood beside the duty slate. “The outgoing pair will normally step inside before the relief takes the posts.” Harwick looked at her. “Leaving the gate to the incoming pair.” “For less than a minute.” “That is enough.” “Yes.” Darius sent one final instruction. Outgoing guards remain at post until Ezra releases them. Three minutes. Through the link, Ezra’s presence sharpened. I pictured the main gates as I had first seen them after seven years away. Black iron. Wolves and crescent moons worked into the metal. I had walked through them alone with one suitcase because nobody had bothered to meet me.

"How's the gate turret coming, Dutch?" Dutch leaned over the wooden railing, wiping his brow with the back of his leather work glove, a proud, grin spreading across his face. "This little genius right here figured out a way to bypass the Coalition's electronic firing solenoid using a spare 12-volt relay from Flatbed One. We've got the fifty-cal mounted, zeroed, and linked straight to a foot pedal in the high watchtower. Anyone tries to ram the main gate, and we can lay down two thousand rounds of armor-piercing lead in under sixty seconds."