Hells Gate 소설 & 이야기

~ODETTE The towering structure of Fortress Valaris came into view as we neared the gates. The fortress looked dark and intimidating. It was a place where only screams of agony floated out. It looked like a place of despair and I doubted if laughter ever gets to exist within those walls. The dark stone walls went on and on, leaving no room for breaking in. The only way in was through the large iron gates. The Gates of Hell. It was a name given to it by the people. Once one went in convicted for a crime, there was no coming back because the devil resided in those walls.

So Satan appeared in the fire, and I looked at him with my eyes. The picture of hell was rolling in front of us. "LOOK AT YOURSELF!" The witch muttered while shivering. The picture: There was a huge commotion going on inside Hell. Satan stepped there gloomily, and after his return, all of his people stopped fooling around and came to his throne. The hell gate was underground, so no human can ever know exactly where it is. Following the mystical stairs, the hell gate was very big. Going inside, there was lava all over the floor.

he nodded toward the yard, "has dulled my sense of the Gate." "Until now." I stroked the soft fur of his head as he sighed, the heat of his breath warming my leg even through my jeans. "Until now. And, to be fair, Gates are very well guarded, for obvious reasons. They are pathways, Syd, between here and the realm. If some mortal were to stumble on one, the consequences could be catastrophic." "So what's up with this one?" I had to press my hand against my left knee to keep it from jiggling in impatience.

The world spun. She hit stone—hard, unyielding. Her shoulder screamed in pain. The ruin they’d once seen from afar now loomed around them, jagged arches rising like ribs of a dead god. Between them pulsed the glow: a gate, vast and veiled, its light crimson, its surface trembling like the skin of a heartbeat. The Gate of Ashes. But the Tribunal had no intention of letting them reach it unscathed.

Grief had its own paths, worn as deeply. The stream lay low in its banks, swollen from recent rain, its surface darkened by shadow and leaf-fall. It moved steadily, quietly, unconcerned with plague or prayer or the careful rules of men. Reeds bent along its edges, whispering softly as the current passed, their thin leaves brushing one another with a sound like breath. Elizabeth paused at the bank. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with damp air that smelled of wet stone and green growth. The world felt wider here. Less watched. Less owned.

Goma Island. It loomed out of the mist, a jagged silhouette of black rock and ancient forest. As we drew closer, the massive Southern Gate became visible. It was a marvel of engineering—a towering wall of reinforced composite alloy that had stood shut for nearly a decade. Seeing it now, with its two halves parted like a giant's wound, felt wrong. It felt like a trap waiting to be sprung. "All units, stay sharp," I said into my comms, my voice steady despite the roar of blood in my ears. "We don't know who or what opened that gate. Do not engage unless fired upon, but keep your fingers on the triggers."

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.

Chapter 14 :The Crimson Threshold The Crimson Threshold was a narrow, jagged canyon that carved a path directly through the northern mountain peaks. Its stone walls were composed of red-veined granite that, under the pale light of the fading moon, looked as if the earth itself were bleeding. For centuries, it had served as the gateway to the Citadel, a natural choke point where a handful of defenders could hold off an empire. Tonight, the canyon was swallowed by a sea of thick, rolling fog.

He smiles, then ends up giggling in a horrific tone as he drops the name. “Winona?” Somewhat teasing as he came across that name with the tone of a wondering thought and somehow a doubting one. He moves unto the next one, while all along leaving another name that he whispers. “But perhaps, it could be, Pauleen?” ‘Don’t dare to look or temp to see. An evil eye that brought a spear, in death will seek the blood of wickedness and a drop of tear lies the hell of your death.’ Knowing what exactly it is rather than who is depicted by it. Gates flooded inside his mind and the doors that he currently went through are still not enough to see everything and the plan at the very end at hand, yet is bri

What she thought would be the worst mistake of her life,hell for her was actually paradise. . *********