Heaven Golden Gates Novels & Stories

I’m about to tease Damien about his bribery skills when the front gate buzzes. He wipes his hands on a dish towel and heads for the monitor by the fridge. “It’s okay,” he sighs after a second. “It’s Sydney.” He presses the intercom. “Gate’s open, Sunshine. Come on up.” Two minutes later the front door flies open without a knock and in bursts a tornado of gorgeous golden curls and the scent of lavender. “HEAVEN!” she squeals, her voice warm. She shrugs off her cream cashmere coat and drops it by the couch.

Hermes told her. "But how long will it take before we arrive there?" Diane asked. "Patience your highness, we'll be there in a few seconds." Hermes then waved his hand and a ray of light appeared. And before they could utter a word, they found themselves in another garden but this time the flowers and trees were all made of gold and diamonds. "Wow!" everyone screamed as their eyes sparkle like diamonds. "Welcome to Heaven Realm, the home of the Gods and Goddesses!" Leanna said with a wide smile on her face.

It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.

My bone-white wing of quartz rises, fingers fanning toward the Golden Basalt dome. [INITIATING: DOME DE-COUPLING] [SOVEREIGN OVERRIDE: 100% — SOURCE: THE ANCHOR-MOTHER] The Golden Basalt dome above Rebirth City groans. Massive indigo arches retract, sliding back into the bedrock. The Grand Hall lies exposed to the vacuum of the sky. Ash Rain swirls into the hall, toxic purple mist hissing as it hits the silver floor. The bone-white Collector vessel descends through the breach, its shadow swallowing the last of the amber light.

​The Horizon Gala was being held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the street outside was a chaotic sea of flashing strobes, shouting voices, and idling luxury vehicles. The rain from the previous weeks had left the air crisp and clear, making the brilliant white searchlights dancing against the limestone facade of the building look sharp enough to cut the night sky. ​Inside the warmth of the limousine, Vennessa felt the familiar, cold knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. She could see the crowd of reporters pressed against the velvet ropes, their lenses glinting like predatory eyes in the dark.

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it

They passed by skyscrapers, old buildings, and fancy neighborhoods, it didn’t take long for Halle to realize that they had left the capital, and strangely enough, she had expected that the Stones would live in the capital just like the other high folk. Halle knew she was tired but she was enjoying the view, it counted as a good distraction from her nervously beating heart. Soon the car slowed down when they reached a large gate, maybe the entrance to some fancy rich people's estate of some sort. The gates were a mixture of gold and silver, the small and big metal bars intricately crafted and designed to push, twist, and curve against each other. The gates were beautiful and it made her think

"You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?" I dragged my eyes from the sight and turned to him, then replied. "You did say the moon hasn't shined this brightly in a hundred years." He leaned towards me as though sharing a secret, then whispered in my ear. "Maybe the Moon Goddess is also celebrating with you. It's your Turning Feast, after all." I snorted. "Since when has the Moon Goddess ever cared about the affairs of one single person?" My father laughed. "You've always been a feisty one. Good thing you've Turned now. It's high time we found you a man who would be able to tame you. Perhaps Alpha Alexander over there?" He pointed.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.