Gatekeepers Book Novels & Stories

Vame had said those words before, but now, here, the truth of them sank into Rael’s bones. Then the path changed. A gateway rose ahead of them, if it could be called that. It was a twisted structure of metal and bone, standing impossibly tall, the edges shifting, folding in on themselves like something alive. The moment Rael’s eyes met it, the book in his hands screamed. He gasped, nearly dropping it as the text moved, lines of ink coiling and writhing like living veins. The words reformed, sharp and final: ENTER AND BE JUDGED.

It was the seventh year we spent living separately after the marriage. I came to see Blake Shaw, and once again, my key broke and was stuck in the keyhole. I quickly called Blake. He said, "You probably got the wrong key again. Stay in a hotel. I'll come back and open the door." I looked at the sticker on the key and froze. The key was right. He changed the locks. Before I could think further, my father called, and he laughed heartily. "Of course he's out! He came over first thing in the morning, and he brought gifts! Then, my best friend's call came in. She was drunk from the sounds of it. "He's drinking with Zack. Your man's growing to be a good drinker." Then, my brother's call came.

“Do not.” My eyes burned. “Mama.” “I stayed long enough to warn you.” Her form flickered. “The Gate is not a door to the dead. It is a mouth that learned to wear the faces of those who fed it. I am only the first course it still remembers how to taste.” “Then how do I shut it?” Her mouth trembled into something like a smile. “You don’t shut it with power.” The light began to eat her edges. “You shut it with a refusal it cannot digest.”

Then she returned the folder to the hidden compartment. Before closing the desk, she noticed something written on the inside of the wooden panel. Four words. THE GATEKEEPER KNOWS THE WAY. Vivian froze. Marcus. She stared at the words. Was this referring to him? Or was there another Gatekeeper? She closed the compartment. For the first time, Vivian realized that Marcus might not simply be a suspicious security chief. He might be connected to the secrets hidden inside Carrington Estate. --- That night, Vivian sat alone in her room.

I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down. The sound of a door creaking catches my attention, and at the same time, there is Garrett who moves back. I suddenly see the supposed shelf folding together as the creaking sound continues. Eventually, the shelf of books has been put aside to reveal a sort of door which had a polished color. I was amazed by the quality of the door which has a lot of inscriptions on it, making me wonder how much work was put into it to make it work. “There goes the second barrier. I have no idea how to crack the code and that is where you come in,” Garrett catches my attention with

Adrian warned. Soon after Adrian's warning, we were surrounded by heavily suited men and women. "State your business here!" One of the Keepers yelled. Livia stepped forward. "Friendly passing." "Why should we let you pass?" "Because an open door says, come in." "But a shut door says, who are you?" the Chief Gatekeeper responded. "Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors," "If a door is shut and you want it shut, why open it?" "Doors forget, but only doors know what it is. Doors forget." Livia completed.

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”

“Would you be able to take me to it? And maybe help me dig it up.” “That’s an interesting idea for a second date, Ms. Martin. I have to say, you keep me on my toes.” I smile. “If only that’s what this is…trying to be spontaneous or something.” “Or something. No one who’s asked me to dispose of a body has ever asked me to dig it back up.” “Can you, though? I kind of need it.” “If you’re into necrophilia, I’m good at playing dead.” “Gross. And a world of no. I got the book today—thank you, by the way—and it got me thinking that maybe this Gatekeeper is guarding another realm or something similar. Something important enough to have demons guarding or…or…whatever that demon was doing the other n

Kevin heard Clark's response clearly and reached for the third bookshelf in the bedroom. "Clark, something's not right! It won't open!" Kevin conveyed his confusion to Clark via a video call. Clark pointed to a book in front of Kevin and said, "Book." Kevin didn't initially understand why Clark mentioned the book. Nevertheless, he gently moved the book as suggested, and a hidden door, cleverly disguised as a bookshelf, slowly opened. Upon seeing the hidden door, Kevin couldn't help but exclaim in his mind, 'Damn! There really is a secret room!'

He pressed; his skepticism barely veiled by a thin layer of curiosity. "That's what's written on the ancient parchment," Howard replied, his voice steady, conveying the gravity of the information. "In that chamber, there are three main gates: one to the past, one to the present, and one to the future. The Alpha king entered from the present gate, so he can only open one of the two other gates—the one to the past or the future."