Heaven's Gates Won't Open Up For Me Novels & Stories

I look at him, confused. "I meant what I said, Hell is overcrowded, so no one is welcome there, and God has given up on us and closed heavens gates, so where does that leave Troy?" He continues to cry, my arms pulling him closer. "Why are we even fighting to stay alive when nothing is waiting for us after death anymore?" I pull his head up to look at me, the rain bouncing off it.

“It sounds silly.” Matthew shook his head as he took her hand with a boyish smile on his face. “It’s not silly as long as we take all chances given to us by the heavens,” he said gently. “Think of it as us trying it out just for fun. Besides, the doctor said that a little more fresh air would do you some good. Think of this as humoring me for a bit, all right?”

She was scared of stepping her feet into the house. Everything—floors included—looked like they were made of glass and lights only, contradicting the outer view of the place. “Please, do come in.” A woman's voice broke through the silence as she approached them hurriedly. She bowed in front of Astrid, getting the already stunned lady even more speechless. “This is...” Astrid couldn't find an appropriate word. What could describe it? “Is there a problem?” Just then, Astrid concluded that she had to be in heaven, or a replica of it on earth. The man who had asked if there was a problem was approaching, and Astrid shook her head with a shy smile. He had to be an angel, and nobody could convince

Mom handed the scrap of stomach-acid-dissolved paper to the criminalistics expert. He stretched his aching back and muttered helplessly to Dad, "Let's hope this gives us something. Did you remind Leo to keep the doors locked?" Dad nodded gravely. Then, he hesitated before saying, "Honey, what if something did happen to Bastian? He's not answering his phone and not even replying to Maeve's texts. Maybe I should have someone look—"

She felt it become aware of her. The air thinned, pressure settling against her ribs as if the room itself were holding its breath. The fire guttered, embers dimming to a dull red. A voice whispered—not in her mind, not in the room. In her blood. “Three gates. One open. One sealed. One waiting.” Autumn staggered back and slammed the panel shut, hands shaking, breath ragged and shallow. The glow vanished instantly, the tapestry falling back into place like nothing had happened at all.

Mortals cowered, their eyes cast skyward in awe and fear. I was not here to be seen. Not yet. But something stirred, pulling me closer. A strange hum, faint yet persistent, whispered against my senses. It was different from the cries of frightened humans or the prayers they murmured to deities they believed still cared. This was something else—a tether pulling me down. Intriguing. Mortal lands held no place for gods, and yet here I was, standing on the precipice of their world, compelled by… curiosity. With a single thought, I descended.

Then—there—a spark behind my heart, throbbing in time with my blood. "I feel it," I whispered. "Now reach for it. Not with your hand, but with your mind. Claim it as yours." As I reached mentally toward the spark, it flared suddenly, stunning in its intensity. The world fell away, and I was no longer in Thea's cabin. I stood before a huge stone archway that seemed to drink in the surrounding light. The Celestial Gate. Somehow, I knew its name without being told. Symbols cut into its surface glowed with an eerie blue light.

He asks Not what I was expecting but… Anything to get this door open. “Yes.” I respond. He punches in a code and pulls the door open. “After you.” He shifts to the side for me to pass. I imagine myself bolting out of the door, running straight for the gates, but I am certain the gates would probably be locked too and he will surely catch up with me. So, I step out calmly while he walks beside me. “It’s a beautiful morning, isn’t it?” He looks up to the sky. “I have always loved the different morning hymns the church plays, but lately they seem to be stuck on the Amazing Grace hymn. It is becoming annoying.” He laughs.

But before I could open the gate I heard a clicking sound and the door closed automatically. This is when all the color of my face drained, I felt my hands turning cold and beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I pulled and pushed the gate with all my might to open the gate anyhow but all my attempts were futile as it was locked and the cabin is soundproof so there is no point in ravaging my throat. As I was attached to the door like a lizard, hoping for some miracle to happen and save me from this situation, I felt his arms on both sides.

"I want you to accompany me on the altar, and also with Mom..." Hearing his words, I slowly turned to him. Unexpectedly, my hand reached for the gate of hell and held it. I understand that Antares is leaning there. Yeah, right behind my body. "So please open the gates of this hell, Dad.. Let me... Let me take you back home." With the rest of my strength, I removed the barrier of this hell gate. And finally, the gates of hell disappeared. And now, we're leaning on each other's backs.