Gatekeeper Thor Novels & Stories

She really hoped desperately that it was not Dika standing on the other side of that door. "This interruption had better be extremely good news, because if it is not, I will kill whoever is on the other side of this door," Tharros muttered dangerously under his breath as he reached for the door handle and yanked it open forcefully. One of his guards, a vampire who served in the castle, was standing there in the hallway. And he was already kneeling down on the floor with his head bowed low in a submissive position, clearly terrified.

I mean, they all looked like 'the walking dead! “State your business here,” the guard said, and I almost burst into laughter. “I want to see him,” saying this, I took a step forward, wanting to push the door open when my hand was blocked by that of the guards. “You cannot see him. He is busy,” the other guard chipped in, and I felt like smacking both their faces. “Let me see him,” I yelled and charged towards the door with the guards hands outstretched trying to restrain me. Things happened and in the blink of an eye, I pushed the door open and to say my breath seized would be an understatement.

But little did Calleb know that the monster named Luther intended to kill him as well. The Gatekeeper managed to peek into Luther’s corrupted soul. Yet, he remained silent and did not do or say anything to help Calleb. For they are neither friends or foe. He’s just a messenger, and that was his only mission. For he wasn’t interested to help, and now, “I’ll take my leave, for this is not my fight.” The Gatekeeper said with a nonchalant smile. He turned to Calleb and said, “Farewell son of Bathal and Galathea, now… take this knife.” The Gatekeeper opened a portal and took the Black Blade from an infinite dimension and tossed this to Calleb’s direction.

His aura was on par with the Captain’s and he too was a peak earth realmer. Finally, General Thoth moved. He didn’t run up to the gate like the others; he only took a step. Yet with that one step, he arrived in front of the gate. He struck the gate with a mighty palm. Although he looked nonchalant and unconcerned, his palm was coated in thick inner energy and was a full powered attack. The aura of an early stage heaven realmer exploded from his body. *Boooooom*

He stepped into view, calm but heavy in presence, like someone carrying a decision that wasn’t fully his alone. Both guards straightened immediately. “Beta Thor.” His eyes flicked briefly to me, then back to them. “Open the gate.” There was a pause. One of the guards hesitated. “Sir… the Alpha didn’t—” “I said open it,” Thor repeated, quieter this time, but sharper in a way that ended discussion. Another beat of silence. Then the gates began to shift. I tightened my grip on my bag without realizing it. “Why are you doing this?” I asked him, voice lower now. “Draven didn’t give permission.”

one of the men at the door said, something like amusement in his voice but quickly kept quiet when the healer shot him a warning look sharp enough to silence a room, the kind of look that clearly meant she had dealt with him before. The door opened before I could ask anything else, and Thoros stepped inside, and the sight of him hit me like a physical blow, relief and fury and something achingly tender all crashing together in my chest at once. He looked like he had not slept in days. His jaw was rough with two days of stubble, his eyes shadowed and dark, his usually immaculate composure frayed at every edge. "You are alive," he breathed, and for one unguarded second, every wall he usually k

I let it ring three times, steadying my breath, letting the mask settle fully into place. "This is Aria," I answered, my voice cool and melodic. "Ms. Vance." The voice on the other end was male, crisp, and utterly devoid of warmth. Not him. "This is Marcus Thorne, head of security for Mr. Damien Sterling." Marcus Thorne. I'd done my homework. Ex-special forces, fiercely loyal, dangerously perceptive. The first real gatekeeper. "Mr. Thorne," I said, allowing a hint of polite curiosity. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

”Come in!” Lindsay came to her senses and shouted at the door. The door opened, and four men walked in with Serena. Serena’s clothes were still intact, and her hair was still neat. She was just unconscious. Kiran was relieved to see that she was not in danger, but the four men who walked in were much stronger than Gregory. However, he was not concerned. He smirked and walked toward one of the men holding Serena. The man was Thor, which stood for the T in W.R.T.L. Thor had a tall and muscular physique, and he exuded a strong masculine aura. If he clenched his hands into a fist, it would probably be as big as a medium-sized bowl.

“I will draw a warm bath and have hot food ready for when she opens her eyes.” I gently laid my mate down on the soft sheets. I pulled the heavy duvet all the way up to her chin to trap her body heat. Looking at her flushed, sleeping face, my chest tightened. “Alpha Locke?” Turning around, I saw Thorne standing in the doorway. He was a senior guard who helped secure the perimeter tonight. He held his silver blade across his chest, looking highly uncomfortable. “What is it, Thorne?” I asked, keeping my voice low so I did not wake her.

He made sure that everything was up and running like a clockwork, so whenever an emergency team was needed, they could easily find and access the ones who needed help. This was the only gate that could access other portals. The engineers of the kingdom have discovered that among other properties during their investigation of that specific gate. They saw how much energy on the gates could send you in one direction or the other, that was one of the reasons all the active portals were monitored. Even more, because they could not be noticed in plain sight. Falko was slender and looked like he was in his late twenties to early thirties. His hair was longish and gray, and he always wore a set of t