Gates Of Fire Novels & Stories

“I hope to see you all when all these is over.“ The air was thick with emotions. If there was something that was crystal clear—it's the fact that not all of them would survive. Alpha Lydia step forward. “Victory! Victory!! Victory!!!“ The mood was lifted once again. “Hurray! Hurray!! Hurray!!!“ They all chanted, lifting their weapons in the air. “Now, lets start,” Gomez says, the moment the cheers dies down. Two of the private warriors stepped forward with two bombs in their hands and started walking towards the door of the passage way. Carefully, they set the bomb by the gate, and quickly bolted away before the twenty seconds timing elapses. The Alphas and warriors placed their hands over t

"The last gate — the one that was never meant to be touched." "What gate?" Emereah questioned. Vera gazed up, tormented. "The one closed under the First Temple. Where the gods sealed the first fire before time itself started. The fire Morgane seeks to revive." That evening, Emereah encountered Vladimir once more, standing alone by the battlements, gazing over the hills. "She's making progress quickly," he remarked. "She's no longer in secret." "Then we shouldn't either." Emereah moved alongside him. "The people are frightened."

Rushing back downstairs just as Andre was coming from the gate “What's going on?” “ There are people on fire at the gate, “ he says before going inside for water, following behind him when we reach the gate the scene that I was expecting is not what I saw, instead there were people standing facing the gate, completely on fire and not the red burning one but no instead the fire was blue bright blue and the people were t screaming they were just standing there and staring at the gate. Watching as the enforcers were trying to kill the fire with water and nothing happened I said “ Stop its magic, stay away from it” We walked back inside and stood there watching I'm guessing in fascination and ho

“Why the fires?” “That’s how the Embertaurs get through,” Brynn said flatly from the corner. Amerie furrowed her brow. Images of Embertaurs emerging from flames in the vision from the cavern pool flooded her mind. She cursed herself for forgetting. “Are the fires like small gates?” “Yes and no,” Blaze chimed. “They are more like doors at the end of the hallway. The gate you spoke of is the entry to this world, but until they come through the flames they are still in an in between. Not in their realm, but not fully here.”

It’s as if the pack outside has come to a conclusion to just wait until the gates collapse. With a grim resolve, I position myself in front, a few feet from the gates, my warriors mirroring my stance. We all stand as one, a wall of fur and canines, our suppressed guttural noises defiant in the face of impending doom. We watch and wait as the gates continue to creak and groan, their metal frame buckling under the strain. And then, with a deafening thud that echoes through the night, the gates finally give way, collapsing in a cascade of twisted steel and splintered wood.

Behind him, the last convoy of their forces arrived trucks armed with mounted cannons, their engines roaring like the heartbeat of vengeance. “Bianca,” Matteo said, his voice a dark vow. “Once we breach that gate there’s no turning back.” “There never was.” The second explosion split the gate open like a wound, molten steel dripping into the dirt. Bianca didn’t flinch. The Blood Gate had opened and she stepped through. Fire followed her like worship. Bianca entered the compound through the smoke, her men fanning out behind her in formation. The air was thick with ash and screams, the sharp tang of gunpowder coating every breath. Her black coat dragged over the debris, streaked with soot and

Moana’s POV The secondary gates were massive, twin slabs of ancient mountain oak that had been iron-shod by Lana Vance’s newly organized forge crew. They stood at the throat of the middle tier, a vital line of defense that separated the residential quarters from the outer cattle pens. For a decade, passing through these gates meant enduring a screeching, metallic protest that signaled to the entire valley that someone was moving between the worlds of the privileged and the damned. Now, as Eldrick pushed the heavy left timber back with a single, casual press of his palm, the gate swung on its fresh oil-slicked hinges in absolute, ghost-like silence.

I coughed as the air filled with the strong smell of roasted meat and ash. “Open the gates!” I yelled for the second time. Yeran didn’t stop me this time he was still in shock as he watched so much power come from Daciana’s tiny form. The gates groaned as the guards controlled the mechanism and opened them slowly. I couldn’t blame them, even though they saw the wolves running and getting incinerated in Daciana’s wall of fire, they could still see the wolves pouring in from the horizon. As soon as the gates opened up just a little, I squeezed myself through the crack and ran towards Daciana. It was hot and it felt like I was stepping into a fiery furnace. But in a good way.

When their fingers touched, tears ran down her cheeks. “Please save me,” she begged as she gazed at him. The ground beneath them split without warning. The gates slammed shut between them with a sound like the world breaking. Fire exploded upward. “Milano!” Vito hit the gates hard enough to tear skin from his hands. Metal screamed beneath his grip. He pulled. Kicked. Ripped at the bars like he could force the world open again. On the other side, Milan screamed his name. The flames climbed higher. Too fast.

I poured another glass of whiskey and let the fire settle in my chest. One week. That was all the time I had to turn fury into fascination. And I never lost.