Gates Of Fire Novels & Stories

Christian cried. "Chrissy, it's going to be okay..." "No, no, no it's not! G-Gabe, I can't do this without you! P-Please, please don't leave me..." Christain pleaded. "Come here, Chris," Gabe whispered making Christian walk toward him and fall into his open arms. Christian wept and screamed at the loss he was feeling. He'd lost his team, his father and now he had to watch as his brother stood at death's door, "Chris, it will be okay, I promise, but you need to go, the air support will be here soon and it'll be better if you moved away from here."

“We have to wait for the fire service!” The sirens of the fire service trucks soon filled the air, but they couldn’t completely drown out the wailing of my men inside the building. Once the trucks got into their firing distance, I rushed to join them in dousing the fire. I can’t rush in to save them, but I can at least fight for them by dousing the fire. “Alpha!” one of the firefighters called, “Our department just got word that the West and Southern gates are currently ablaze!” “What?!” My breath hung in my throat. This definitely can’t be a coincidence. How could three of my border gates be on fire at the same time?!

“Wow!” As the intricately crafted gates swung open, Cressida's eyes widened in awe, drinking in the grandeur of the Palmers mansion. The luxurious car glided smoothly up the winding driveway, its tires crunching on the gravel beneath. Her gaze roamed over the mansion’s sleek, modern facade, where floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the sunlight, polished chrome accents gleamed, and creamy white stone that radiated warmth—lush greenery and meticulously manicured gardens surrounding the mansion created a tranquil oasis.

I won’t have to force her, she’ll just want to be with me. When I noticed Osline walking back inside the house, I left the room and walked into my room- the room I forbade everyone from stepping into. I locked the door behind me and searched for the light switch. When I turned it on, the room came to life, revealing its magnificent view. This is my sacred space—filled with everything that brings me peace, and everything Osline should never see. My ex-mate, Mira. She was the best person I've ever known. The only person I ever wanted.

Goma Island. It loomed out of the mist, a jagged silhouette of black rock and ancient forest. As we drew closer, the massive Southern Gate became visible. It was a marvel of engineering—a towering wall of reinforced composite alloy that had stood shut for nearly a decade. Seeing it now, with its two halves parted like a giant's wound, felt wrong. It felt like a trap waiting to be sprung. "All units, stay sharp," I said into my comms, my voice steady despite the roar of blood in my ears. "We don't know who or what opened that gate. Do not engage unless fired upon, but keep your fingers on the triggers."

I pummel the ground beneath my paws and launch my body through the main gate like a battering ram. Hot iron twists, groaning as the gate bends, splintering into pieces like the remains of an ancient building, and the Glade comes into startling view. No one is left in the upper part of the city. It’s burning bright and hot, open doors pouring flames into the street. I pray everyone made it out as I race toward the pit, where the city dips toward the lower gate, the gate to the wilderness and plains beyond–to freedom. A sharp, rumbling groan echoes over the crackling flames, and the wall around the Glade cracks.

Another fireball hits the Gatekeeper, causing him to let out another earth shattering squeal. This is no ordinary fire but something which can burn the Gods themselves. Lavi aims several flames at him, pushing the Gatekeeper towards the wall. His skin is nearly melting off but the Gatekeeper is still formidable as ever. He growls at Lavi and jumps forward. “Watch out!” Anna shrieks as the creature closes in but Lavi shoots more fire at his chest, throwing him back.

Lu Mei showed us the final opening protocol inside the incense stove. The flame turned black, then gold, then transparent. Within it, the city appeared as layered thresholds: temple gates, hospital doors, courthouse arches, subway turnstiles, apartment peepholes, morgue drawers, browser tabs still open on dead laptops, every place where someone had once waited for permission to enter or leave. The Gate Opener's plan was simple in the way disasters were simple. Make all thresholds one threshold.

Maybe both. “Open the gates,” she ordered. The guards exchanged glances. “Your Majesty, ” She didn’t slow. “Open. The gates.” The steel groaned as mechanisms shifted. Soldiers scrambled to obey, pushing the massive doors apart. The wave of heat that hit them was thick, choking, almost alive. Sienna inhaled once, steady, as if fire had been part of her lungs since birth. “Move,” she said, stepping through the threshold. The city roared ahead of her, a living battlefield. Buildings cracked open like eggshells. Flames crawled up stone walls as if hungry. Wolves lunged through corridors of broken carts and fallen statues. The air trembled with war cries, metal scraping against metal, bodies slam

A second later, the heat rolls in, a white-hot bloom that devours oxygen and screams in every direction. Men vanish. Concrete buckles. The courtyard becomes a furnace. The next salvo is white phosphorus. The ground catches fire like it’s soaked in gasoline. Sparks drift upward like fireflies from hell. The Tigr never slows. Nikolai’s voice, bright with adrenaline: “Inner gate. Thirty seconds!” I lean out the window, the wind ripping at my braid, RPG already braced on my shoulder. The titanium lattice gate gleams ahead, hydraulic, reinforced, arrogant.