Heaven's Gates Won't Open Up For Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

The moment the Cherubic Lock shattered, the sound that followed was not loud. It was worse than that. It was ancient. A deep, resonant crack rolled across Heaven like the splitting of reality itself. The colossal gates of the Levite Garden, sealed since the earliest age of creation, trembled violently as the golden sigils etched across their vast surface flickered and began to unravel.

my grandmother gasped and clutched at her chest. My mother bent her head and quietly sobbed into her handkerchief. “What else aren't you telling us? Isn't Heaven out of surgery? Where is she?” my father said coldly. I clenched my fists at his overbearing tone. How would I tell them that Heaven is pregnant and in a coma? “Heaven…” Sensing my hesitation, Grandma grew more agitated. “Why aren't you saying anything? What's wrong with Heaven?” Taking a deep breath, I could only say, “Heaven fell into a…a coma.”

I tell him as we enter the last door, which opens up to the gates. The gates of purgatory. They are more like doors. Same as the pearly gates. They aren’t pearly or gates; they are actually solid gold doors. Whoever called them gates clearly hasn’t seen them. However, they do the job and if people want to see them as gates, then who am I to argue? They are huge; the gates are grey. You can see the trapped souls moving on them, reaching their stretched white arms forward begging to be released, their jaws slack and eyes black. They are truly damned. It’s an eerie scene. One that I always find fascinating.

“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.

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.

~Nia~ She walked along Heaven, her thoughts disturbing her. She couldn't shake this guilt she felt. But she couldn't tell anyone, not yet. It was still too soon. It was for Nyxie's own good that she didn't find out yet, she wasn't ready to know. Her fire red hair blew in the ocean breeze as she walked along Heaven's beach. It was a common misconception mortals had of Heaven. They all thought that Heaven was just some floating city of souls above the clouds. But that wasn't true. In reality, all the realms were connected. Heaven, Earth, Hell, Purgatory, Ethereal, Olympia and the Nether-Realm. They were all connected by a silver string of cosmic matter. That was where the gates of the realms c