Gatekeeper Thor Novels & Stories

They exploded in the wake of our passage, their silver frames dissolving into a shower of binary sparks. We hit the second spire, then the third, moving faster than the system could track. The red Wall of Deletion was closing over our heads like a dome, but the final exit the "Root-Access Gate" was right in front of us. "Thorne is trying to override the gate!" I saw the encryption levels on my HUD flickering. "He’s using his own neural link to lock it!" "Then we use the Wolf's Gavel!" Dax reached forward, his hand covering mine on the throttle.

He was shaking her, his own suit sparking as the Void’s Static Discharge (the release of built-up electrical energy) tried to fry his systems. Elara snapped back to the reality of the cold and the dark. She looked at the Altar, then at the Dimensional Gateway (the silver portal above them). She saw the truth now, hidden in the Key’s code. "I can't just close it, Kaz," Elara gasped, her breath fogging the inside of her visor. "The Gateway is a Bi-Directional Tether (a link that connects two points in space equally). If I plug the Key in to stabilize Earth, it keeps the door open to them. The Void will follow their signal right through the bridge and into our sky."

His gaze flicked toward the gate, his posture stiffening. “Lyra,” he said, lowering his voice. “How much do you know about Harold, the gatekeeper?” I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Not much,” I admitted. “Varg hired him. He watches the gate, does his job, and doesn’t interact much with the rest of us. Why?” Jacob exhaled, his jaw tightening. “Because I’ve been looking into what happened that night… and I don’t think Thanos broke into the mansion.”

He was here, waiting. ​He stepped out, his expression grimly amused. "We anticipated your predictable flight response. Kael is the bait. The Iron Peaks are the cage. The Claiming is the execution." ​He raised his hand, holding a small, intricate device: a cluster of quartz crystals bound with thick iron wire—a Null-Anchor. ​"We will neutralize the kill-energy here, at the Iron Gate," the Warden explained. "Once the Thorn is inert, we take you down to the fortress. There, I will be the one to complete the Claiming. I will be the Alpha Conductor."

"I don't think that it's an Alicia from another timeline. Normally when something like this has occurred, I can sense the origins of the source. Placing the origins of this second Alicia wasn't easy at first, mostly because I presumed that she was from an alternate timeline. Only after sensing a very sinister presence did I truly start to realize what was happening." Livy slowly looked up at the faint reflection of Helena in the glass. "What did you realize?" "Someone opened a breach and forced Alicia threw it." Ivy and Livy both exchanged looks of confusion. Ivy was more confused than shocked at hearing this news. Breach's served a completely different purpose then portals. Only gatekeepers

Awaiting a response from behind the door, there was a brief pause and an unlatching of a lock on the other side, before the owner of the home eventually appeared within its frame. Her tall athletic stature and broad shoulders nearly filling the entry. The light of the sun highlighted a scar that was cut across one side of her face as she reviewed the two strangers on her doorstep. The woman, glaring at the men in their uniforms malcontented, her lips pressed into an expressly harsh line as she asked disdainfully, “What do you want?” The woman’s eyes, suggesting of the ferocity of her creature counterpart, they could not deter Allen’s acting partner from submitting his own question, “Are you

“Your little club doesn’t exactly have open auditions.” The Gatekeeper nodded. He moved closer, the knife gleaming in his hand. His voice was quiet, the kind of quiet that made you want to check if you were still breathing. “Who do you work for?” The woman tilted her head, her fox mask catching the light. “I can’t answer that.” The Gatekeeper didn’t press her. He wasn’t the questioning type. He set the knife on the block with a slight clink and turned back to Thronebearer. “Your orders?”

He stopped just inches away, his towering frame easily blocking out the light from the windows, his massive shadow enveloping my space. "I didn't play," I breathed, keeping my gaze locked onto his, forcing my voice to remain steady. "I tried to defend the system. Thatcher’s team must have traced my key when I was isolating the European gateways." "Thatcher’s team didn't trace anything," Killian growled softly. He reached out, his long fingers catching my jaw, his thumb pressing firmly against the soft skin of my inner jawline to force my head back. His touch was burning hot against my cold skin, sending a sharp, shivering heat straight down my spine.

The guard pushed the door open. Korgath was sitting up on a bed that was basically the size of a small house. It had to be made special for someone his size. He was not wearing a shirt, which meant the guard was now looking at more muscles than any one person should legally be allowed to have. His face had that blank look of a man who was waiting for a very good reason to explain why he had been woken up. "There is someone in the throne room," the guard said, breathing hard. "He came through a portal and he is causing problems. One of our men is currently upside down. We need you."

He was on the third document when the line rang, not his mobile, not the direct line he had given out to the people who needed it, but the internal line, the extension that connected to the security post at the main gate, that rang only when the gate had a situation it needed to pass upward. He looked at it. He answered it. The guard's voice was measured and professional, which was the specific quality of a person who had been trained to deliver unusual information without the inflection that made information feel unusual. He said that there was a man at the gate. He said the man had been there for eleven minutes and had declined to state his business or produce identification beyond a singl