Gate Warrior Novels & Stories

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

I growled each word, emphasizing that I was ready to kill them if needed. At first, they didn’t do as I said, so to prove my point, I pressed onto the man’s neck that was on the ground. Jerking my hips and leg at the same time, I snapped the man's neck effortlessly. The two guards glanced at each other and then at the others who had just arrived. They looked young, which meant they were likely new to joining Arion’s group. Both guards released Azura and fled the room. I nodded my head at Kellan to let them go, as they weren’t my concern. Azura moved toward me, and I grabbed her in my arms.

I introduce Draig and Eric when I noticing they are exchanging uneasy glances, trying to size up the other. “It is good to meet you King Draig, and an honor to have you in the Bloodwrath Kingdom.” Eric respectfully bows to Draig, who nods back with a polite smile. “Thank you, Gamma Eric. I’m glad to be here to aid our Goddess of Death, and her mates,” Draig replies before turning to face the front gate that is made of steel, and remains locked. “Open the gate and hold your positions!” I look up to the ramparts to see warriors armed with bows ready to fight against the human army which is armed with guns.

“You must journey through the Shift Tower and face the challenges that lie within. But be warned, the cost of entering the realm of the Mevara is steep. You must give up a part of yourself.” Russe and Reina exchanged a nervous glance. “What kind of part?” Russe asked. The Keeper smiled wickedly. . “It could be anything. Anything that makes you who you are.” Reina’s grip on her dagger tightened once again. “We won’t let you take anything from us,” she growled.

I strapped a blade to my thigh. "You promised." For a heartbeat, I thought he would argue. Then he nodded sharply. "Stay close. Follow my orders. And if I tell you to run—" "I will fight harder." I met his eyes. "I am done running, Draven." We burst from the room into chaos. Warriors flooded the corridors, all moving with deadly purpose toward the main gates. I felt the pack bonds thrumming with urgency, fear, and determination. Garrett appeared at our side, his face grim.

A shape formed in the smoke taller than any building, crowned with horns made of twisted stars, eyes burning with voidfire. A voice boomed across the broken sanctuary. "At last, the Gatekeeper falls." I clutched Maxwell’s hand tighter as the shadow stepped through the breach. The true war had begun. And we were already losing.

a stern voice roared near the western gates. A line of heavy armored trucks, all bearing the obsidian crest of the Blackmoor pack, tore through the iron gates. A dozen high-ranking warriors jumped out, shifting halfway into their beast forms to push back the trembling lower-ranking wolves. Kairo Vale leaped from the lead vehicle, holding the door open with total submission. Gali Blackmoor stepped into the pale light. His heavy leather boots crushed the loose gravel, and his thick winter furs draped over broad, scarred shoulders that leaked pure, terrifying dominance.

Since it was being driven calmly instead of erratically, they could tell that a sane person was behind the wheel. Even so, they still weren't completely sure. The moment we reached the gate, one of the warriors began waving a red flag in the air. I stopped right at the entrance. "What are they doing? Aren't they going to welcome us?" Lydia asked, and I gestured for her to stay silent. Then another warrior came out with a gun in his hands. He was fully geared up, wearing protective pads on his arms and knees. He didn't look like he belonged on Earth. He looked like someone stepping out of a rocket, ready for a mission.

"Precision, speed, and lethal force." The best warriors of the vanguard stepped up first to demonstrate. Garrett moved with a seasoned, flawless grace, his dagger flying through the air and burying itself deeply into the inner ring of the target log. Next was Derik, a massive warrior who threw with terrifying power, his blade cracking the wood just an inch away from the center. Then came Ostin, a highly skilled but intensely quiet Alpha warrior, whose dagger landed perfectly in the inner circle, earning a nod of approval from the crowd. Then, Dominic stepped up to the line.