Gate Worlds Novels & Stories

I turned to Kesar and grabbed both of her arms, causing her to look at me in surprise. "Do you know if there is a stone spiral around here?" I asked. I was sure the spiral was the gateway through time and space. It was an ancient wormhole or some sort of holy portal. If I found it again, I could somehow bring myself back to the present — to the world where I belonged. "What stone spiral, my lady?" she said with a questioning frown. "You know, a spiral that shaped like a giant disc," I said. "It has carved patterns and a seven-headed Naga on top. It must be somewhere around here."

I fingered myself to orgasm needing the release and then showered and prepared for the day. I arrived at I&P and was shown to the senior agent on the case, she would fill me in on the details of who I would be interrogating and what information we needed. There were wolves partying with drugs, this is strictly forbidden other than marijuana the one natural plant we were allowed to consume as long as we followed a few rules with it. Wolves also occasionally used mushrooms and other natural substances for certain ceremonies. Fake manufactured substances were forbidden. Hard partying with non-shifters was forbidden. Alcohol and marijuana simply relax shifters and it takes a lot to have any effe

*growling sound of a large beast* The frightening growl was heard even on top of the wall. The monster showed itself as it was trailing behind Cheng and Lianne. "...That's the ruler of the western part of the glades." The soldiers were shocked and frightened to see the large Wamilos in front of them. Without any reinforcement from the main forces, the guards had no choice but to shut the gate while Cheng and Lianne were still outside. "Get inside! You and you get inside, we're closing it!" Guard Mali said.

The entrance was a towering archway of black stone etched with golden runes, half-buried beneath tangled vines and glowing moss. And at its center, a door. It wasn’t made of stone or wood, but of pure energy—shifting between light and shadow, bleeding into the air like liquid fire. The Gate. My marks pulsed violently, a heartbeat syncing with the energy ahead. The servants halted at the clearing’s edge, bowing low, as if in reverence. Aaron stopped beside me, chest heaving. “It’s awake.” Edward’s grip tightened on his sword. “Then we shut it down before it opens any further.”

His real voice slipped through for half a breath. The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. Then the Gate Opener dragged it under.

"He's not expecting anyone. Did he invite you?" "It's urgent. Please let us through." The guard studied her for a moment, then held up a hand. "Wait here." He stepped to the side and made a call to one of his colleagues inside. "There's someone at the gate asking to see the boss. Says her name is—" He glanced at Elena. "Elena Carter," she said. "Elena Carter is her name. She has two others with her. One woman, one man." Inside, the guard relayed the message to Harrison directly. "Sir, a young woman named Elena Carter is at the gate. Two people with her."

My door was the most magnificent, made of white marble and gold, with four exquisite heart-shaped locks on it. [System Notification: A "key" is required to open the Gate of Salvation.] I walked to my door and examined the four locks. Each one pulsed with a different energy, reminding me of my family. "The system didn't give me any keys," I said, confused. Aethelan came to my side, a flicker of pain in his red eyes. "Aurora, you know what the keys are, don't you?" Of course, I knew. But I didn't want to admit it.

Every turn made my stomach churn. Was I doing the right thing? Was I ready for this? Facing Dew was one thing. He was my brother—direct, blunt, but fair. But my parents? My mother? My father? I swallowed the lump in my throat as the grand gates came into view. The black and gold ironwork loomed high, imposing and stately, as always. The moment the gates parted, a strange pressure clamped down on my chest. This place—it still had a hold on me. No matter how far I ran, the palace would always feel like a weight pressing on my ribs.

The bridges that seemed too fragile yet held strong. “That gate you saw back there,” she continued, her gaze drifting toward the distant entrance I’d passed through earlier, “wasn’t just a boundary marker. It’s a gateway—a threshold between the mundane world and this pocket of existence. The magic of the moon goddess conceals it, layers upon layers of wards woven over centuries. Unless you’re guided, you’d walk right past it without realizing what you’ve missed.” My headache got worse. Magic. Realms. Pocket dimensions. What’s next? Flying wolves?

Upon hearing that, James was taken aback. “You’re smart. I’m only reminding you.” Thea continued, “The Five Path Emperors could control all worlds because they have controlled the Five Gates of the Supreme Path.” At once, James was enlightened. “The Gate of Mystery, Gate of Creation, Gate of Virtue and Gate of Wuia?” In a low voice, Thea said, “And the Gate of Perception. Among these five gates, aside from the Gate of Perception which derived countless Innate Energy, the other four are the only ones to control all worlds other than Lord Goyo and the Four Path Emperors.”