Gate Worlds Novels & Stories

“Martha? She joined the fight.” “She’s going to die.” “I’ve seen Martha fight. She can hold her own against the wolves.” “No,” she shook her head. “I am one of the strongest in the coven and I got my ass handed to me by an elder of their pack. Those wolves are not normal. They are strong.” “How strong?” “Their leader tore through the gates with his bare hands.” “Any creature can do that.” “That gate was made from graphene. It’s hundred times stronger than ordinary steel. It was also fortified with magic to make it stronger. That man tore through it with his bare hands. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Citadel Lower Rings, Market Vault The passkey glimmered behind the trader’s glass, a sliver of tech small enough to fit in a palm, powerful enough to open half the Citadel’s veins. Abigail’s eyes locked on it like it was oxygen. “Now,” she whispered. Samuel muttered something about bad ideas but moved anyway. He slipped a hand beneath his jacket, pulling the trader’s attention with a clink of credits while Abigail slid the case’s latch. The siren wailed.

"Dad, Mom, I… I know I messed up, but it's not too late to fix this. I'll handle it. I never thought it would—" "Never thought?!" His mother's voice cut him off like a whip. Tears streamed down her face, but she fought to maintain her composure. "Ever since you got involved with that Aria, you stopped being our son! You turned your back on Wendy, on us, and on your own integrity! Do you really think you can just smooth this over?"

The specific weight of understanding that the thing keeping the door open was something that still belonged to me. "If I reclaim it," I said. "The gateway loses its anchor," Sable said. "It does not close automatically. But it destabilizes significantly. The Fae forces already remain here but nothing else comes through while it is destabilized." She met my eyes. "And a destabilized gateway can be closed. Not with the full ritual. Not with the original architecture. But with significantly less than what we have been trying to build toward." "How do I reclaim it," I said. She was quiet again. Longer this time.

Evelyn ignored most of it. Her attention remained fixed on the old man. "You said it found the first gate." He nodded. "What gate?" The old man's expression became complicated. Like somebody deciding how much truth another person could handle. Finally he answered. "The First Kingdom built seven gates." Nobody interrupted. "Each gate sealed part of the path connecting this world to the Sea Between Worlds." Lucien immediately spoke inside Evelyn's mind. "Seven." She noticed the reaction. "You've heard that number before?" A long silence followed.

“I apologize for my excess of stiff upper lip. So, let me be clear: Whatever has trapped me here is also taking my power. Yet to pull me from the Realm of the Seraphim, the fiend would need a Gateway, which is how you can travel between worlds, time, or even alternate universes.” I stared at him. “But there’s no Gateway in this house or you could’ve escaped…?” He smiled. “Astute.” “Wait, what’s this library inside you? Like a memory palace? Do you have a Sherlock Holmes thing going on?” “Nothing so obvious. Gateways are not simply a way to travel but are also databases of knowledge. On Angel World, we didn’t have human books, rather the Gateways. When I was young, I was often lonely. By crea

He must exit via the gate to the human realm. Before him are four gates: human, supernatural, gods, and hell. Colton must choose the correct gate. I see him pause and look . Gate One has roses without thorns perfect in every way. I hear his thoughts. ‘Too perfect, my world has both beauty and pain.’ I smile. Gate two is covered in purple and gold roses with thorns. ‘Magical like the supernatural realm.’ Again I smile. Third gate burns but red roses covering it don’t. ‘Maybe but I should look at the fourth to be sure.’

Rhea’s POV “What is your master planning to do on Samhain?” I asked once more when the demon hesitated to answer. This thing was seriously getting on my nerves! “To open the Gates!” the demon screeched. I frowned, trying to understand what the demon was speaking about. Gates? Did it mean the Gates between the Earth and the Otherworld? But Adrian already told me that the Gates between the Earth and the Otherworld would open on the eve of Samhain every year. It didn’t have anything to do with Samael as far as I knew. This was so confusing!