Gatekeeper Thor Novels & Stories

Before a word could be said, the warning bell rang. Once. Twice. And then three times not because of an attack. But because of a surprise guest. The Warriors moved into position. The scouts raced up the towers. Arrows were ready at the archers. The Alpha aura of Kieran rolled over the yard. "Open the outer gate." He screamed. Slowly and carefully. The giant wooden gate opened up with a loud creaking noise. There stood a lone cloaked figure outside the open gate. He stood strong, flaunting his gigantic physique.

Like a man who has been carrying something heavy for so long he's forgotten what it felt like to stand straight. "The gate has two mechanisms," he begins. "The first is the threshold itself. Stone. Ancient. Held in place by blood and intent from the original sealing." He folds his hands on the table. "The second is the lock. The iron key activates it. But a key without the right hand behind it is just metal." "And the right hand is mine." "Silverborne blood is the only thing the lock recognizes." He glances at the key. "The moment you carry it into the chamber and approach the threshold, the gate will respond to you. It will open fully to receive the seal." "And then?"

He wore simple robes marked with faint runes similar to those in the cave. He looked up as we approached and smiled as though he had been expecting us for years. “Guardians,” he greeted, voice warm and rasping. “The mountain sang of your arrival. I am Thorne. Keeper of this valley for three generations of my line. Few find the way anymore.” We shared our names and story. Thorne listened without interruption, nodding at points as if confirming details only an elder could know. When we spoke of healing the nexus, his eyes filled with quiet tears.

"Look like a woman who’s about to fire her interior decorator." ​The front entrance of Thorne Tower was a cathedral of white marble and silent security. Four guards in tailored suits stood at the gold-rimmed turnstiles, their eyes scanning every face with the clinical detachment of facial-recognition software. ​I didn't head for the service entrance. I didn't try to shimmy up a vent. Silas Thorne expected me to be a rat in the walls; he didn't expect me to walk through the front door as a member of his own tribe.

“It’s him. Something on that side is breaking his mind. If we lose him—” “No,” Elric snapped. “We’re not losing him. I’ll channel more energy. I’ll hold the gate open if it kills me.” Zareth frowned. “It might.” “I don’t care.” The gate sparked. Then shrieked. Kael ducked as the harbinger—his harbinger—drove its blade down toward his chest. He caught the strike with his own sword, the impact vibrating up his arms, jarring every joint. This thing wasn’t just faster.

I said shaking my head, “Gateway? What, gateway? And what union?” “A gateway that passes between the worlds to this one; each world has hidden portals, and each gateway has guardians. The Weston’s are the guardians of the one near here. Not only are they guardians, but they are also our protectors.” She looked me in the eyes when she added, “Rayna, this cannot be repeated...not even to your friends. Do you understand?” I nodded my head slowly. All of what was said seems so unbelievable. “What Union?” I asked again sounding a little choked up. It was now beginning to make sense.

“But he said Thorton Gallardo sends his best right before he shot my brother. You’re telling me you have nothing to do with him?” Thor looks utterly offended. “I would never. What gangster in their right mind would ever be caught working with the cops? That’s a death sentence in our world and you know it.” I swallow hard, this new information taking forever to fully digest. I still can’t believe he’s here. It’s only been a week, but it’s like seeing him for the first time in years. I’ve missed him more than I ever thought possible, and it’s only now dawned on me how sad I’ve been without him. I can practically feel his resolve radiating off him. There’s sureness in his eyes, an honesty that

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER! IF YOU’VE GOT A SPOON OF MAN IN YOU, COME OUT HERE — WE’VE GOT SCORES TO SETTLE!” Thor stormed toward the gate, heavy steps, jaw clenched, eyes burning with fury. The guard put himself between Thor and the property, extending an arm to block him. “Sir, I’m sorry, but you’re not authorized to enter. I’m going to have to ask you to step back immediately.” Thor didn’t blink. His chest heaved like a beast about to strike. “Get out of my way,” he growled through clenched teeth. “Or you’ll get hurt along with him.”

I felt insecure when he dropped his head like that and called me a princess. I'm no princess. Then he turned his face, his expression changing as he glared at Leah, still lying on the floor. "Don't worry, Princess. I am the GateKeeper, and I can open portals since you need to remove the seed without damaging the host. It's nothing but a challenge for me." What is he going to do?

“Open the gate.” The other guard snorted. “You think you can just walk back in? After what you did?” Her jaw clenched, but she kept her voice steady. “I said, open it.” “You got kicked out for spreading your legs for Thorne,” the first one sneered. “Matteo doesn’t want you.” “Maybe you didn’t hear me,” she said, stepping closer. “Open. The. Gate.” The guards laughed, shaking their heads. “Or what? You’ll beg your way in? Or maybe you’ll suck…”