Gates Of Fire Novels & Stories

We reach the gates of Black Pit — tall, wrought iron, flanked by security cameras and bristling hedges. Miguel keys in the code and speaks to the guard. The gates open.

Grace exposed. “In simple terms, terrible things will happen when Rogue finds the key.” “Keys. It will be connected to the gate called Key of Hades and unimaginable things will happen for as long as a thousand years.” Grace explained as I clenched my fist. “You know so much about everything. Tell me what you know about the gates. Rogue isn’t a mindless criminal to attack anyone especially if she suspects you’re hunting her down; she likes a game of chase.” Grace kept quiet for awhile before she bit on her fingernails, breaking it off hard that it resonated in the whole room.

She paid attention to make sure that what she actually heard was a knock and not the swirling of the wind. “Who is there? Come in, the door is not locked”, she shouted as she continued her movies. “hey Ekaris, how are you”, she said with expressive smiles on her face as she stood up and gave him a welcome and warm hug. The way she hugged him was so warming that Ekaris could feel the softness of her mammary glands. She was just on light top and short, mere looking at her body, you would see the shape of the two towns divided by a tiny flowing water.

She was at a loss trying to figure out the reason why anyone would take the Alicia she knew and replace her with this one. "The Alicia I know wouldn't be afraid to use her powers if she still had them. Also, since you are in fact a gatekeeper why not just open a breach on your own and return to your world?" Alicia walked over to Cassandra and pulled her in close to the point where their bodies could almost touch. She noticed Cassandra look down with a smile. Alicia's hand was surrounded by an aura of a purple light. Alicia knew that Cassandra knew that the aura around her hand was the fire of the fifth Realm. To anyone else it would just seem like a light. But Gatekeepers knew that fire of t

As I neared the gate, I saw one of the guards fixed at me, looking around suspiciously. “Hey, where are you going?” he called out, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. I forced an expression of urgency and fear. “I’m supposed to get more water buckets from the storage! The fire’s spreading!” My voice trembled, hoping it would add to the realism of my act. He glanced back at the fire, clearly torn between following protocol and the immediate crisis. “Alright, go quickly!” he finally said, waving me through. I hurried past him, my heart pounding with every step. The gate was less supervised now, most of the guards focused on the fire. I slipped through the gate, trying to suppress the overwh

They stay away from the front gate so that they will not be hurt by the arrows of fire proceeding from the bows of the archers standing afar off. At Devilio’s silent command, the soldier assigned to the Horn blows it as loudly as he can. Almost immediately, thousands of arrows fly at the gate of the Territory, trying so hard to set it on fire. The gate, at first, is able to repel most of the arrows, but soon enough, it is weakened by the consistency of the enemy archers. Soon, the gate catches fire and begins to burn slowly, but surely. However, the powerful sprinklers positioned at the gate are immediately activated, and liquid pours on the gate, dousing the fire.

~ Amara ~ "Amara, stay back! Get to the gates now!" Gideon’s voice was a ragged scream that barely cut through the roar of the fire. The orange light was blinding. It turned the dark garden into a nightmare of shifting, red shadows. I could feel the heat on my skin, stinging and dry like a desert wind. The West Wing of Moore Crest was no longer a building. It was a wall of pure fire. Thick, black smoke curled into the night sky like heavy snakes. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard it felt like it might actually break.

"I'm a crazy bastard." After saying those words, a single rune behind Cia's ear shone. This coincided with a large gate that suddenly appeared in the room. The gate frame is blackish brown with two very large doors. The door has a big fire in the middle. Then, when the two doors opened, ear-piercing screams echoed. Hot flames have an age of more than 10,000 years, it is red with black on top.

he whispered. He opened his eyes and saw the same enslaved Mira but this time she was looking at him before pointing behind him. “The gate,” she whispered. He turned around and saw the gate, one gigantic silver gate with weird signs engraved on both sides. Cohen spun to see the enslaved Mira but she was no longer there. In fact, he was alone now. His hand reached for the gate and felt it was hot despite the cold atmosphere. Taking a deep breath, Cohen pushed the gate open. He walked past the gate and everything changed. He was surrounded by fire.

“Order it.” He didn’t hesitate. “Fire.” The night split open. The explosion thundered across the landscape, a violent bloom of fire and sound ripping through the entrance gates. Metal screamed. Concrete cracked. Flames licked upward, lighting the sky in a sudden, furious orange glow. Shouts followed instantly. Chaos. Screaming. Orders barked too late. “Contact!” Someone yelled over the comms. “The gate is down!” another voice shouted. “Multiple hostiles scrambling!” I stood as gunfire erupted, sharp and precise. Not wild. Not desperate. Controlled.