Hells Gate Novels & Stories

j " Beta what the hell was that attack from. There hasn't a attacks in 4 years." " Yes Alpha. I have connected the Delta so far there has been attacks that have spread from Texas toward the pack. So far we haven't found anything that could connect Rose to it all." replied T.j

I see the entrance to the pack hidden behind the lodge with a gate signed ‘Private Property’ and a man sitting in a booth, I pull up and state our names, he makes a call and opens the gate for us. Driving through the forest slowly I take in my surroundings as does Uhtred then all of a sudden, the song ‘Highway to hell by ACDC’ plays and I can’t help but laugh, it’s to ironic. Uhtred gives me a worried look as I continue to laugh pulling up to the packhouse. “This is it bro we are officially in Hell my own personal Hell.” With a deep breath I turn off my car and open my door.

Kent nodded as he went to his room to prepare for his sentence, in the ancient doctrine the Hell’s gate is a trial of strength at the same time a death sentence for many knights. Chimera immediately went to his library and read through the history of Hell’s gate as it said in the tomes of the past. The Hell’s gate was older than time itself, many scholars believed that the gate was made by a powerful being that destroyed the Heavens and the Void. A being so powerful that all records of the monster and why the gate was made were removed as even mentioning the name of the beast would invite the end of all things.

The Hell Path was extremely magnificent, but it could also be divided into four categories, including the Eight Hells, the Hell of Wanderers, the Coldest Hell, and the Lonely Hell. The Eight Hells were the foundation of the Hell Path. They were full of fire everywhere, so they were called the Eight Hot Hells. At the bottom of the Hell Path was the terrifying Hell of Heart Annihilation, which was also called the Seamless Hell. Each of the Eight Hot Hells had four gates, and each gate had four Small Hells. There were a total of 128 Hells. All living creatures who came out of the Eight Hot Hells would have to travel through this place, which was called the Hell of Wanderers.

I kind of hate admitting that he can look at them with a different perspective than I can, but I really need his input on this. I slowly look through the book, using my phone to translate anything that seems promising. I should have left this with Lucas and taken the files for myself. In school, we learned that there are several places on earth that are thought to be gates to Hell. A few have supernatural features to them and are guarded by the covens in the area. But they are no more than portals to hidden worlds, like our Covenstead. A gate to Hell wouldn’t be anything but accessible, and opening one requires a hell of a lot of power.

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.

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.