Gateway To Devil's Triangle Novels & Stories

“Hold on to that, Moonfire. Whatever you saw… don’t let it take you from me.” A pause. Then, I saw the end, Kilian. And I don’t know which one of us causes it. The bond pulsed once, painfully bright, before her presence dimmed — like the last flicker of light before dawn. Far away, Draven stood before the dark altar rising from the plains, its surface carved with symbols older than any pack. He placed his hand upon it, whispering words in a forgotten tongue. The stone pulsed faintly, answering. “The eclipse has opened the gate,” he murmured, eyes glinting. “Soon, the goddess will rise again… through her.”

A sudden, sharp tinnitus rings in my ears, drowning out the roar of the lava below. "Leo! Mommy’s here! Breathe with me, baby!" I scream into the link, my voice fracturing. I stop fighting Kael’s grip. I can’t. If he’s the only anchor we have, then I’ll let him burn me. We are standing on the edge of the First Gate—a jagged, obsidian rift that stretches across the caldera like a hungry mouth. There is no bridge. There is only a narrow, glowing path of solidified ash that responds to the resonance of the Prime bloodline.

He turned to Caleb, his eyes asking, Am I dreaming? But Caleb just shook his head, pressing a finger to his lips in a silent command to stay quiet. This trip was going to be very interesting, and he intended to enjoy every second of it. The helicopter cut through the obsidian night. Below them, the glittering city lights faded into a shimmering galaxy before disappearing into total darkness. Zoe remained sound asleep in Aaron’s arms. He stayed perfectly still, one hand holding her secure and the other resting on the armrest. He didn’t sleep; he just stared out the window into the void.

Finally, the silence became too heavy, and I couldn't take it anymore. “So…” I cleared my throat. “Why not just open the portal from anywhere since it's already dark?” Kyle turned back briefly before facing his front again. “I am not a guardian. I can't just open a portal to the underworld whenever I want. The portal that we will be using is the one at the center of the Gharun Desert, and this… is the Gharun Desert.” “And let me guess, this guardian lives smack in the middle of the desert.” He gave a short, dry laugh. “You have no idea what you all are in for.”

My saucer wide gaze rose to meet Paul's confused one. "What's going on?" He asked. "Who was that?" "My informant. I think he's_" I choked on the terrifying truth. If someone had managed to find D7, then I wasn't safe. "The sprawl." I suddenly blurted out. "Does that ring any bell?" He nodded slowly. "Yeah. It's a sort of homeless paradise at the edge of the city. That place isn’t just off the grid—it’s where people go when they don’t want to be found.”

"Ten minutes to access. Another five to d******d everything. If Chloe realizes what I'm doing, she could try to trigger a data breach alert and lock down the entire gateway." "Would that stop you?" "It would slow me down. Right now, speed matters more than stealth." Devon reached past me and tapped a command into a secondary keyboard. "I'm routing your connection through Vortex's diplomatic encryption tunnel. It's normally reserved for classified international contracts. If she triggers a breach alert, the gateway will flag your activity as government traffic and ignore it." I glanced up at him. "That's either brilliant or a felony." "Tonight, they're the same thing."

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

Only how was I supposed to do that? The only thing I could use was the spying device. I disabled it using Travis’s anti-bug magic tablet. According to what I already knew from Travis, the tracker could activate by itself if it would get in close range with the controlling device. What if I could use the bug in the same way? What if it would activate in the close range of some controlling device? Maybe, if I got in close enough range, I would see a red light flashing on the bug, like I thought I saw on the tracker the other day. But created another problem…

Who are you really, Lucian Devlin? The question burned in my chest. I’d seen the cracks in his armor last night. I’d heard the names—his mother, Liam, Beverley. He was hunted by ghosts I couldn’t yet name, but I knew one thing with certainty: I had to find out who they were if I ever wanted to understand the man who owned me. And maybe… maybe he wasn’t the devil after all. Maybe he was just a man who had already been burned by hell. The thought unsettled me. It almost scared me more than his control did.