Gate Worlds Novels & Stories

Alicia Iminz, Alicia Alexander or Greyshon, the name she'd given herself the day of the final battle of Gatekeepers War. A war that she never wanted to be a part of even though she had visions of it year's before it happened. She was a piece in game of chess that could never be won, the weapon her mother and rest of the goddesses wanted but didn't truly understand or deserve. All she had always wanted was a normal life. It's why only she and her cousin knew what really happened at that final battle. If the Goddesses or Collective knew what she did God only knew what may happen. That piece of evidence would tear down the world she knew in many ways.

She promised. "I'll expect the call." He let go of her hands. "Bye." He waved at her. Ben got down from the car and waved too, "You go in." He gestured towards the gate with his head. "Alright." She opened the gate and entered, after Ben was gone, Roshan started the car and reversed back to turn towards where he was heading, as he flashed the car's front lights, his eyes caught one tall guy standing with someone few centimetres to Ben's gate.

she whispered so Alex wouldn’t hear. Willow sighed and explained in the same hushed voice, “Where you get in is where you get out. It only means that if you entered a portal through the gates, then out the gate you must. There are other portals that kingdoms forbid to use. Each varies with their policies. Here, permission from the palace must be granted. The bronze gate is of free use while the gold and silver aren’t for public use. Gold is for transporting between empires while the silver one works between kingdoms. “Which leads me to think…” She paused; her faceless head swiveled in Clara’s direction. “You’re not from Eirinia, are you? Which part of Hiestora are you from?”

“The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.” My own brows fall, a frown shading my face. Sir Brak seems to realise now that I have heard neither of Portals nor how they concern an unconscious jump between the English and the Asian worlds. He smiles as he speaks, “Portals are like supernatural gateways. They travel a long distance within a short while.” I simply nod as we leave the building. We soon arrive at another that is quite far… and smaller too. Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans.

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.

Phillip wasn't sure what the strange texture of the gate was, it looked like a liquid filled with colored oil. “This is a gateway between worlds. If Tiffany uses sunlight to go up and down to earth, then we followers use this gate," explained Louise, even before Phillip asked. “As the leader of the knight colony, Otho came with me. While the others are on guard, you are not coming now, but orders may come at any time." The girl called out to the knights, who readily nodded. Phillip, Louise, and Otho stood parallel in front of the gate. "Where exactly does this gate take us?" asked Phillip.

The gateman and the driver were staring at us in bewilderment. 'Adamu, please open the gate.' Mom said as soon as she entered the car. 'Aah Aah. Madam, Abeg take am easy. Make Oga come first.' 'Open the Gate, my friend.' He jumped at the intensity of her voice and he exchanged a brief glance with the driver before he opened the gate. She zoomed off without a backward glance. 'Uthman, wetin happen? Why Madam dey pack comot?'

Stamped directly into the geometric center where the two massive doors met was the exact emblem from the subterranean vault binder: the stylized, three-pointed star encircled by a ring of liquid silver lines. "The Gates of Aethelgard," Jake said softly, stopping at the edge of the stone terrace overlooking the lake. "They're not doors, Jake," Avery noted, her voice steady, carrying a quiet, sovereign authority that resonated softly across the quiet water. "They're a barrier designed to keep the world out until the lineage returned." They walked across a wide stone bridge spanning the warm lake, stopping just three feet from the base of the massive metallic gates.

“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.’