Gatekeepers Book Novels & Stories

That's what he thought. "Samara is the keeper of the Gate of Praeterium. It is the gate to the past, the present and the future. She holds the three keys called praeteria. It would not work when one of the keys is missing. Keter is a sphinx who guards the Gate of Dimensia. It is the only way to travel to other dimensions, alternate reality, to different places and times. Cosmos is the keeper of the Gate of Caelum. The only gate for mortals, demons and dark creatures to enter the place of the Gods."

"I thought these were the Gatekeepers." The golden-eyed man swallowed. "They are." He looked at the enormous hand forcing the gate wider. "...That is the one they fear." The hand gripped the edge of the gate. Stone shattered. The opening widened another foot. Then a deep voice echoed from the darkness. "So..." The single word shook the chamber. "...my prison finally opens." Kael felt the mark on his chest burn. The Gatekeeper King laughed. "I have waited centuries to meet the last heir."

Father chose love. Mother chose sovereignty. I chose the hinge. The shadow settles at my back, not whispering now, but waiting. Innocence doesn’t shatter all at once. It fractures quietly. Like a seam pulled too tight. I am still Lucian. But I am also— Gatekeeper. And the gates will not open without me again.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

The nail she held pulsed once in her hand. “The Keeper of Keys,” she whispered. From the shadows at the edge of the hollow, a figure emerged. It was tall, draped in something that flowed like smoke, and it had no face. It spoke without making a sound. “You carry the mark.” Camela held up the nail. “They said you could open the gate.” “I can,” the Keeper replied. “But opening the gate requires a price.” Her stomach twisted. “What price?” “A name,” the Keeper said. “Not yours—someone else’s. Someone bound to you.”

As I walked out of the courthouse on the day of my divorce from Vicente Buckley, the sky threatened to rain. "Patricia." Vicente opened the passenger door of his car. "Let me take you home." Before I could respond, my son, Jamie Buckley, poked his smartwatch through the rear window. "Dad, Kinsley said she would make me nougats tonight. She's already bought groceries and is at our doorstep." Vicente frowned slightly and said, "Go inside."

Two rough looking armed men stood on either side of a purple velvet door to keep the riff raff out. But The Mad Hatter was expecting them. The guards moved aside wordlessly and allowed Amber and Giovanni to pass. Amber bit down on her bottom lip as she entered the suite of The Mad Hatter. So much was riding on this she could explode from the pressure of it. If she didn’t plead her case to the King pin, and get his help, Grayson was a dead man. With bated breath, Amber laid eyes on the king of The Fringe. What. The. Fuck. Amber recognized the face staring back at her. No fucking way!

she pushed the book away and pointed her two fingers at the door "this will definitely work" She slowly rotated her fingers in the direction of opening the door, and to her greatest surprise, the door handle moved, following her hand movement "oh my God it's working, it's working" she shouted as the door slowly opened. "What is working?" Ansel asked stepping into the office, Elle immediately dropped her hands and stood up in embarrassment. "Umm... I I" she mumbled, looking around for an excuse when the file caught her eyes "The equation finally worked," She said, her hands drawing the file closer.

Mr Lawson hurriedly got down from the car and walked towards the gate. Shouldn't a house like this have a gateman or something? He swiveled right all of a sudden, moving away from the gate and going to stand in front of a brick wall. He pushed at the wall and slowly, the gates rolled open. What the– "Is the control for the gate there? " I asked the one person sitting in the car with me. "Yes. " But............. How? She must have seen the look of confusion on my face because she explained. "The gate has a code programmed in and everyone who lives here know it. Once you punch the right code in the keypad, the gates will open. If it's wrong, the gates will remain firmly shut. "

The gate swung out. I stood there for a moment, studying the dusty old book sitting on the table. An entire library, open to anyone who could find it. And then this. One room, one gate, one lock, one book, chained down. Why? Dust laid over the cover, thick and gray. I brushed it away with my sleeve.