Gate Worlds Novels & Stories

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.

"What ritual?" "Plan B. I'd hoped to have more time to prepare you for the ritual, but your mate has forced my hand.” She gestures at the circle on the floor. "You've heard the term gateway, yes? Most people assume it's metaphorical. A doorway to power, to enlightenment, whatever flattering language desperate people use." She crouches beside the rune circle, touching the carvings lightly. "This one is literal. A gateway between our world and the space where the Moon Goddess sealed away the primordial chaos a thousand years ago." The words land like stones dropped in still water.

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."

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

*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.

"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.

As the echoes faded, the silver veins in the earth began to pulse faster, spreading outward like wildfire toward the Gate. The wind screamed through the gorge as Kaelen crested the ridge. The world below no longer looked like the valley he’d sworn to protect. The ground pulsed with veins of light, rivers of silver snaking between shattered stones. The air shimmered like molten glass, bending and breaking the rain into prisms. And at the center of it all stood the Gate—a colossal arch of fractured crystal half-buried in the mountain. Its surface rippled like water, reflecting skies that didn’t belong to this world.

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.