Gate Worlds Novels & Stories

I kind of hate admitting that he can look at them with a different perspective than I can, but I really need his input on this. I slowly look through the book, using my phone to translate anything that seems promising. I should have left this with Lucas and taken the files for myself. In school, we learned that there are several places on earth that are thought to be gates to Hell. A few have supernatural features to them and are guarded by the covens in the area. But they are no more than portals to hidden worlds, like our Covenstead. A gate to Hell wouldn’t be anything but accessible, and opening one requires a hell of a lot of power.

It stood between us and the chaos of the world outside, keeping out the rogues and anyone else who sought to harm us. It had four gates on each side. The typical, west, east, north, and south gates. Four entrances, heavily guarded. Perhaps I should have made only two gates but when I thought about the situation where panic has risen.... people would need more than one way to escape. I wasn’t about to doom everyone due to my paranoia. Although my people only used two gates I’ve been seen only mentioning two gates.

“Because it’s Hades realm and the god of the underworld is Agron’s brother…plus there is the simple fact that most of hell’s foundation is pure black obsidian, enough obsidian to temporarily render her powerless” “Fuck! How do we get to hell?” Jayden had asked. “There are a few gates scattered around the world. But I would have to ask around if anyone has heard anything and also about the location of the gates.” He had said. It took us another three days to come up with a war plan and to also locate the gates of hell. There really wasn’t much of a plan no matter how we went about it. The only one we had was to use the element of surprise.

"Fine, fine. Hurry up." I took a deep breath and walked to the turnstile at the dorm entrance, pressing my student ID steadily against the sensor. Beep. A crisp confirmation sound rang out, and the gate opened in response. I let out a quiet breath. It seemed that after restarting everything, some things had not happened yet. Mrs. Mercer rolled her eyes. "See? It works just fine. Young girls should stop being so suspicious all day long." I smiled, thanked her, and headed straight for the academic building.

A narrow stone bridge, barely visible through the driving snow, curved farther up the mountain toward another hidden opening carved directly into the black rock. “The Heart Passage,” the guardian said. “Beyond it lies the second gate.” Ryan narrowed his eyes, trying to gauge the path ahead. “And after that? How many gates are there in total?” The guardian was silent for a moment, the wind whistling through its robes. “Three.” Caleb stared at the being, his jaw dropping slightly. “Of course there are three. Because one would have been too simple and two would have been lazy. Three gates of destiny. Fantastic.”

I just rolled my eyes, " Yeah, of course believing you eat octopus bones is crazy after one travels through a portal to a different planet and then rides on a flying pegasus. You know all the obvious stuff. I see, where you are coming from. How silly of me." Jude just giggles at my snide remark and I couldn't help but smile back at him. " So how many gates are there exactly? " " Just two main gates. There is mainly forest and farmland between gate one and gate two. After this when we cross the second gate residence area starts." " Make sense, sounds very systematic." " It is and also very secure." I just continued asking him as many insignificant questions as I can and chit-chatting about va

“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

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

Rushing towards it, she notices a small indentation on its surface that matches one of the symbols on the gate. Without hesitation, she reaches into her pocket, retrieving the Moonstone. As she places it in the indentation, a brilliant burst of light illuminates the chamber, causing the symbols on the gate to glow with an ethereal energy. The gate creaks open, revealing a path that leads to the outside world. With the danger escalating behind them, Amelia urges everyone to move swiftly. As they step through the gateway, they are greeted by a breathtaking sight.

Soon, she would heal and the trail would die. “Prince Stone, it is an unexpected honor,” A guard snapped a salute at me, as I entered the building that housed the Gate. Gates were positioned in countless places around the human world and manned by fae of different houses. They were there to provide sanctuary to the fae who requested it, or stop and detain those who were fleeing. Humans couldn’t see them, which was good for them, as wandering through a Gate would send them to the Fae world, from which, they would never return.