Gate Warrior Novels & Stories

According to the Wolf Pack's internal comms, their Vice Guild Leader, Gareth Doyle's Level 6 rig, sat deep within the East District defense line — only once the motorhome had breached the gate itself would this be the optimal moment to strike. Of course, part of why he dared push this deep into enemy territory was his absolute confidence in the motorhome's defenses. 3,000 points of defense — unrivaled anywhere in Zone C-996. He was fully confident that no weapon in the current player pool could threaten him. And beyond that, his 1130 CIWS was nothing to scoff at either! That thing was a legitimate missile interceptor, no exaggeration. Jake smirked as he pressed the intercom. "Everyone ready?

(Adventurer Healer) On the Western Gate of Hallerusia City, the battle were also as intense as the other front. But compared to the other front, the western gate were one part of the entire Hallerusia wall that is weakly defended. That is also the reason to as why, 60% of the attack force here were all Adventurer and Mercenary, which was lead by Alphonse Gilbert the Mercenary Guild President. “Um…Sir….are we going to join them?…”. (Captain Allain)

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

Guard 2 "Look, man, you should go to the doctor to see if you are alright" Guard 1 "Did you just say that I am mentally ill, you are mentally ill you fucker" Guard 2 "What did you just call me? It's your father who is mentally ill for giving birth to you" Guard 1 "YOOUUU...YOUR MOM GAY" Guard 2 "DONT TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER, YOU NO WHAT YOUR MOM GAY" Like this they started to argue and insult each other but little did they know Gengar had one more surprise waiting for them when they were arguing they heard a small girl say something to her mother

I never stopped running until I reached the road; no more strength was left in me. ********** Over time, werewolves adapt to the new world to survive. Most of them are businessmen, heads of their triad, and politicians. We live in a world where werewolves exist and live amongst humans. Hiding in their own empire. Presently, I am a ghost—a trained killer. Father would always say that I am his legacy. I was dubbed as the next Romano Starvo. Sharpshooter and the top assassin in Spain. A ruthless killer. I kill with no mercy. I can turn all things into weapons and kill everyone with my bare hands. They called me Shadow.

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 did. You're only making it worse, so you might as well keep your mouth shut." "What—" "What Gunner was trying to say was that he wasn't just a bodyguard, as he is also one of the owners of their security agency. He and his brother founded their agency," I told Annie. Annie nodded her head. "Oh...I see..." she said as she finally understood what Gunner wanted to say. I looked at Gunner and gave him a look that says, 'See? That was easy.' He didn't say anything nor give me a reaction and just averted his gaze instead, making me shake my head.

But this creature was no foot soldier. “Warden.” A voice whispered in my head. I recognized it from one of the memories from my past life. One of the ancient beings that once guarded the Forge during the first war. And Zerathos had reanimated it. “Oh gods,” Ava whispered. The Warden roared—a blast of sound that shattered all the glass around us and sent several of our warriors to their knees. I didn’t give it time to strike. I lunged forward, swinging my blade low toward its leg, Ava mirroring my move by sending a beam of light magic straight into its chest. But it barely staggered. It moved like smoke—fast and then solid again when it attacked.

Before a word could be said, the warning bell rang. Once. Twice. And then three times not because of an attack. But because of a surprise guest. The Warriors moved into position. The scouts raced up the towers. Arrows were ready at the archers. The Alpha aura of Kieran rolled over the yard. "Open the outer gate." He screamed. Slowly and carefully. The giant wooden gate opened up with a loud creaking noise. There stood a lone cloaked figure outside the open gate. He stood strong, flaunting his gigantic physique.

"Time to move." The Gatekeeper escort consisted of twelve warriors—Aldric's most trusted veterans. They formed a loose perimeter around the expedition, their hands never straying far from their weapons. They didn't speak much, and when they did, it was in the short, efficient language of soldiers who had survived too many battles to waste words. Kael mounted his own horse—a dark bay with steady eyes—and fell into place beside Rhydian. The gate groaned as it swung open. One by one, they passed through.