Gates Of Fire Novels & Stories

Claudia stood in front of the door not sure whether to knock or to just budge in without knocking. She settled for the former. After two knocks the door was opened by a tall handsome man,he had hazel eyes and blonde hair that was neatly trimmed. His beard was also smartly trimmed giving him a more manly look. His shoulders were broad and his chest was wide and mascular.His arms were thick that his white tee looked like it was about get ripped. He had a mischievous grin that exposed part of his perfect white teeth.

There would be nothing stopping her anymore after she opened the gate. “Mother, I will be with you soon…” she whispered under her breath as she lifted the bowl and poured the blue flame on the gate. The flames spread rapidly once it touched the gate, crawling across every inch of the enchanted barrier. The magic that once held the gates shut began to break apart, piece by piece, unable to withstand the force of the Starfire. Even the air vibrated with the power of it. Elaina stepped back quickly as the flames consumed the last of the enchantment.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

He took a deep breath and blew at his lamp. SWOOSH! A huge jet of flames shot at the city gates, scorching the ground enough that it cracked and split. Trees and plants caught in the blaze immediately turned into ashes and boulders and rocks all crumbled into pieces. Rumble! The gates of Wentian City broke off its hinges and fell to a deafening crash, crushing more than a dozen common people to death with its gargantuan weight. Smoke rose in plumes into the air, signaling the beginning of the carnage as more died in the growing conflagration.

It was physically impossible for me to get up and keep going. “Forgive me for touching you, Donna.” I recognized him as Niccolò. I let out a small gasp in surprise when he picked me up in his arms and ran. I held onto him tightly when I started to hear low explosions. I looked behind him, my eyes widening in horror when I saw the end of the building erupting in flames. It kept going, one explosion after the other, like a domino effect, and colored the night sky with orange flames.

Answer me. The message showed delivered. No reply. Adrian's house sat behind a white gate in the hills. I had lived there for four years, though my name had never been on the deed because Adrian said it was cleaner with the label, the press, and the taxes. I used to believe him when he said things like that. The gate code had been changed. So had the front door code. For a moment, I stood there staring at the keypad, wasting seconds I did not have. Then I remembered the side window by the laundry room, the one Adrian kept saying he would fix after the tour.

Benedict called the guards and ordered them to send Samnom to the tunnel. The fire on the gate burned for three days until finally pieces began to crumble and fall into the pit beneath it. The gate finally crumbled and the middle of each door collapsed into the furnace below it leaving a gap wide enough for the army to get through. The attackers moved quickly to douse the furnace by pouring sand into the pit. Even when it was doused the heat remained for another day before it was cool enough to cross.

"Yes my Lord." "Case is closed." Moses said. ***** River of Fire (Somewhere unknown); A young man was seen standing in front of a gate made with fire, he was backing the gate, his white and long hair which was in a ponytail danced around him, his amber eyes filled with worries. Beneath his feet were chains made with fire which lead inside the gate, but the fire didn't hurt him.

Ilyria, Miasma and Thassa paused at the iron and gold gates. The Gates of Perception they were called. Ilyria had never been this close to them. As a child she had been told they were enchanted. Any person wishing to see the Mogul had to pass the test of the Gates of Perception. Those who did not come with noble intentions would be incinerated as they passed through.

Screech! The flame screeched. It soared like a Phoenix high above Diana Ritchell and the Phoenix before it shattered its Phoenix-like form and scattered all throughout the marked territories—all of which were the packs of the alliance. The moment the blast of Nirvana Flame reached all corners of the borders, they synchronized to form a mountain-tall wall and a well-deep wall beneath the ground. The rivers dried and all the crows flew in the direction where the Werewolf Committee Teritory was located. The flames from different directions met each other halfway, forming one great wall of Nirvana flames—the personification of the Gates of the Nine Heavens.