Gatekeeper Thor Novels & Stories

It was so she could tamper with the soles. "The current threshold on the security gate was increased, and the metal plate in the ground was connected to a high-voltage line." Arlo pointed at the shoes. "As long as you stepped on it wearing these specially modified shoes, forming a circuit, the voltage would be enough to make your heart stop instantly. Afterward, they would only need to replace the wiring under the plate. It would become an accident—a case of old equipment leaking electricity." My hand tightened around the shoes until my knuckles whitened.

Then it was shot. I punched him. Once. Twice. After falling, he didn't rise again.? Under Marcus's knee, the other person trembled. Locke stepped forward and thrust objects towards the man's throat, striking him with one. The body went limp. It took Locke half a second for someone to access the feed, as per his statement. I took the keycard from the fallen guard and proceeded to run. Doors. More doors. Until finally….we reached it. A thick, reinforced metal panel is labeled as CORE SYSTEMS. AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY.

His shoulders hunch tighter like every muscle in him remembers what waits on the other side. The gate breathes. It breathes. Flesh stretched between ribs, stitched with sinew, twitching faintly like lungs, trying to remember how to choke. A seam splits down the center of the bone structure, crusted over with old scabs and newer blood. The gate wants to open. It wants to devour. Kael tilts his head slightly, nostrils flaring. Then he glances sideways at me—one sharp, brutal look—and without a word, he steps forward.

While Luther had held the velvet box in his pocket, someone had been outside, sliding a physical key into our gate. After the school bus swallowed Keila in a puff of diesel, the performance ended. The house was terribly quiet. “Show me,” I said. In his study, Luther called up more than the log. He pulled up the corresponding video feed for the West Gate at 23:17. The timestamp in the corner ticked. The grainy black-and-white footage showed the ornate wrought-iron gate, bathed in the weak halo of a security light. A figure approached, hooded, shoulders hunched. The perspective was from a camera on the gatepost, looking down. The figure didn’t look up. They moved with a practiced, efficient pa

* I’m filled with nervous energy as I drive along back roads, following my GPS on my phone to the Snow-Moon pack territory to meet with Alpha Jackson. I finally pull up to the gate, and a warrior walks toward my truck. I roll down my window, and with a smile, I introduce myself. “Hi, my name is Athena Argos. I have an appointment to see Alpha Jackson,” I tell him. He says nothing, he just nods and walks back to the small security office near the gate, and I see him press a button. The gate slowly slides open, and I give him a wave as I drive through, the gate closing behind me.

Then he took the lock in his hand, unlocked it, and pushed the gate open before stepping aside. A feeling of hesitation ceased me as I swallowed hard. Then I deeply inhaled and walked into the cell, stopping in front of Thor, shackled up in heavy chains on his wrist. The dirt on his burly physique could not mask his refinement and the dominance of his scent. Even in such miserable conditions he still had a powerful presence. His body had gashes marks on his skin, and knowing how quickly alpha heals, I could only imagine the amount of beating he must have gotten this morning for him to have cuts in his flesh so deep and fresh.

he stated for a fact “I knocked but no one answered, besides I’ve been here before" he managed to get up and saw the siblings moving backwards while keeping their eyes trained on him. He slided over to one of the chairs sitting down but they still kept their distance. He managed to get a good look at the boy standing beside Kahlan, he was a very handsome guy with dark hair and blue eyes that seemed like they were glowing if only slightly wearing an all black Jean trouser and shirt with two buttons open. He turned to look at Kahlan and noticed that she was wearing incredibly short black denim shorts that left her sexy legs exposed with an oversized blue T-shirt.

Thalion continued to stare at me as the Gate slung almost closed, pausing with the lip still free. Liam stepped forward, placing both hands on the Gate. "Gar Geata." With one last flash of power, it thudded shut, the sealing of it vibrating the stones beneath our feet, the light surrounding it flickering out at last. Even as it did, all of the remaining magic gathered itself into a ball of fire and slammed forcefully into Liam. He gasped, but I could tell he was okay. The transfer of power was complete and the new Gatekeeper stood before me.

“He killed himself before I could question his future, but I got one piece of information out of him, and that’s why I’m here. I’m hoping you might know more about this.” “What is it?” Naomi swirls the amber liquid around in the glass before taking a slow sip. “A Gatekeeper. That’s all I know. A, uh, friend reminded me that a “gatekeeper” in Greek mythology leads souls to the underworld.” “You know the Greeks over exaggerated everything,” Nicole says. “But it is a curious point.” “Exactly,” I say. “You say he offed himself?” Naomi raises her eyebrows and finishes her drink. “How?”

“The heat of this thing will melt the ice! When it enters here, it eats the DNA reservoirs of all earth!” One of the thickest ranks, armed with the rotating blades of an old mine Excavators, shot directly at the open gap of the vault. “Theta-Tore close!” Kael shouted. “Silas, lock this damn bunker from inside!” “But the Rover!” shouted Nova. “Forget the Rover!” I called. “Silas, close the gate, now!” Silas rammed his hands on the remote terminal.