Gatekeeper Thor Novels & Stories

"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.

"That doesn't sound completely unreasonable." "It became unreasonable," Thorne replied, "when he decided millions had to die to make it happen." Silence settled again. "The Guardians stopped him." "They couldn't destroy him." "So they sealed him..." Thorne looked directly at the Gate. "...behind the Seventh Gate." Raven's heartbeat quickened. "There are seven Gates." Thorne nodded. "One for each ancient realm." "The First Gate is the doorway." "The Seventh..." He swallowed. "...is his prison." Shadow growled.

The possible outcomes themselves in violent strokes—stability maintained, casualty projections reduced— But at a different cost. The Gate found a new factor. Me. The pressure slammed into my chest, forcing the breath from my lungs. I dropped to one knee as the authority I'd been wielding turned inward, examining me with cold precision. Anchor redundancy detected. Primary interface viable. Aurek was moving before I could speak. "No," he snarled, his voice filled with a savage protectiveness. You don't have to lay a hand on her. The resistance snapped up around him—stronger this time—throwing him back a step. The Gate's hum sharpened, defensive.

“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.

“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…”

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.

The border guards raise the alarm, and hundreds of wolves rush to the border, commanded by the beta. When they arrive in front of the man in black and everyone behind him, the beta shifts back and asks. - Who are you and what do you do here? - My name is General Thorn. We are the guardians of the Council. Where is the Alpha? Your aura is not alpha. – he said, pointing to the magnificent black man, completely naked, who was in front of him.

“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.”

As my car closes in on the gates they start to open, four male figures walking towards me…gate guards coming out to check my identity. One of them moves to the driver side window, bending down to speak with me. “Can I help you?” “I’m here to see Alpha Than, I believe he is expecting me.” My eyes move to the three other males that are circling the car…maybe the driver doesn’t suit the style of vehicle and it is raising flags for them. They aren’t wrong. “Name Miss?” “Cleo Arancea, of the Red Thorn pack.” As soon as I announce my full name, his eyes shoot to the other guards, before entering a mind-link.

They were walking in a silent, powerful line. ​The Thorne Tower was a fortress. The massive glass doors were reinforced with steel. Guards stood behind the glass with electric shields. ​Alaric stood in front of the doors. He didn't use force. He placed his hand against the glass and closed his eyes. ​"I am Alaric Thorne," he whispered. "And I am coming home."