Gatekeeper Thor Novels & Stories

"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.

My door was the most magnificent, made of white marble and gold, with four exquisite heart-shaped locks on it. [System Notification: A "key" is required to open the Gate of Salvation.] I walked to my door and examined the four locks. Each one pulsed with a different energy, reminding me of my family. "The system didn't give me any keys," I said, confused. Aethelan came to my side, a flicker of pain in his red eyes. "Aurora, you know what the keys are, don't you?" Of course, I knew. But I didn't want to admit it.

As a low-ranking outer sentry who earned pennies, his breath hitched. "The Alpha... Oscar Wayne... he’ll kill me if he finds out," Thomas whispered, his eyes darting frantically between the money and the dark forest. "Oscar Wayne will never know," Katherine whispered, shoving the envelope directly into his trembling hands. "Open the gate, Thomas. Secure your future, or spend the rest of your miserable life guarding dirt in the dark." Greed completely erased the guard's loyalty. With shaking fingers, Thomas swiped his security keycard across the digital lock panel. The iron gate clicked open with a soft, heavy hiss.

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."

My vision goes red. "Watch her," I tell Kova. "If she wakes, come find me immediately." "Where are you going?" "To kill some visitors." The gates are closed and two men stand outside with guards keeping them at bay. One is older with grey hair, a cruel face, and broken posture, like life has beaten him down. William Thorne. The other is younger, in his forties, muscular with an Alpha stance and an entitled expression. Kullen. I approach slowly, still blood-soaked from the rogue battle with eyes crimson.

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

I asked carefully. “That’s not going to be fun,” he answered. I took that as a clear sign he didn’t want to have the conversation with me, so I didn’t press further. Pushing an Alpha, especially one already walking the edge of his temper, was never wise. But Thor surprised me. He cleared his throat, averting his gaze momentarily before returning to me. “Since my parents died… I stopped feeling things the way normal people do,” he began. “At least not when it comes to the opposite sex.”