Novel & Cerita Gate Warrior

Silas passed through the outer walls of the kingdom and entered the inner gate. As he stepped forward, he was greeted with a magnificent sight. The inner gate was a towering structure made of stone, with intricate carvings of wolves and other beasts lining the walls. The gate was wide and sturdy, with iron bars and a wooden door that could easily repel any invaders.

I was more sad that I would be leaving my birth pack so quickly. “Don’t fear, my daughter.” My mother started to take off her necklace. “You will be safe with Jaedon. Your brother, Elise and I will stay here to warn our other allies and our pack. We must prepare our soldiers for what might happen.” She put her necklace around my own neck and fastened it. “Take this. It was a gift from your father on the day we wed. Go with Jaedon and prepare your men. Be strong. Please, Jaedon, teach my daughter combat. If something is to happen here, we will send a messenger and you will, too.”

wow! Suddenly, a large group of warriors emerged from the portal, stepping out one by one with purpose and determination in their eyes. They were strong, powerful creatures, each exuding an aura of ancient magic. I could feel Daemon bristle beside me, and the Royal Guards were suddenly alert, waiting to see if the new warriors were a threat to be eliminated.

He arched an eyebrow at me. "They have more of us…" another of the guardians said, stepping forward. "I am Wulfgar Hawk, I haven't yet had the pleasure of meeting you." The guardian, wearing human skin like the rest of us, was built like my kind, but his eyes were of a strange colour like the rest of the guardians. His was deep red like the colour of blood. I found it unnerving — it seemed unnatural. "Well, Wulfgar Hawk, that sounds like Selene's problem…" I said.

sigaw ni Jojo habang winawasak ang gate gamit ang isang Thermal Charge. ​Naging madugo ang labanan. Ang mga "Reconstructed" ni Vane ay lumabas mula sa mga hangar—mga cyborg na walang emosyon, armado ng mga Shoulder-Mounted Lasers. Ngunit ang Ancient Resistance ay gumamit ng mga sandatang hindi inaasahan ni Vane: mga Aura Shields na gawa sa sinaunang mahika na kayang mag-reflect ng laser fire.

Behind him, the rest of the guard formed a jagged ring, their shields raised not against the invaders, but against their own King. "Jarek, move!" Leo raised the wrench. "It’s tearing down the firewall. If those gates open, the Watchers will format us all!" "She promised the water would be clear again," Jarek whispered. He took a step forward, the tip of his blade dipping toward Leo’s throat. "You would choke the Mother of the North because you're afraid of a song?" "It’s not a song, it's a command line!"

Even then, I'd secured the extra funding that rebuilt their training hall — better equipment, reinforced flooring, the modern ventilation system Garrett had personally requested. "You know I'm not just a housewife, Garrett." He shrugged. "That was before. We were going easy on you because you were the Alpha's wife. Don't tell me you actually thought you were a fighter." "She's right, though." The voice came from behind the warriors. Deep. Unhurried. Killian walked into view with three of his warriors flanking him. He was dressed for the hunt — dark leather vest over a black shirt, no excess, every piece functional. His eyes moved past the two guards without acknowledging them.

“Why would they be afraid of a baby?” She looked at me. “Because the destroyer doesn’t destroy with magic.” “Then how?” “The destroyer chooses.” I frowned. “Chooses what?” “Who gets to live.” A cold silence fell. Then something stepped through the Gate. It was enormous. Its body was covered in dark armor. Its eyes burned white. The warriors froze. The creature looked at Rowan. Then… It bowed. My blood ran cold. “Why is it bowing?” My sister whispered: “Because it recognizes him.”

“Who the hell is that?” The Priestess’s voice was grim. “The Warden’s herald. The Gate has sent its first hand to collect its vessel.” And then, as the stranger drew his blade, the ground split beneath us—light and shadow surging upward in violent waves. The Gate was waking. And it wanted me.

The drawer, now closed, held the secrets of a plan set in motion—a plan that would test allegiances, unravel narratives, and define the fate of those entangled in the moonlit tapestry. Leaving the study, I made my way to the garage, the hum of anticipation echoing with each step. The scent of motor oil and steel welcomed me, a stark contrast to the ethereal fragrance imprinted on the drawer. The engines roared to life as I prepared for the operation, the metal behemoths responding to my command. The Elite Warriors, a formidable force, awaited their orders. As I stood amidst the mechanical symphony, the weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders. Gabriel returned, flanked by the chosen