Is Enemy At The Gates A True Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The guards were dead. “That’s it. let’s move.” I said, and they both nodded. We headed down the hill, and by the time we got past the first gate, the second gate was already opening just as quietly as the first. The enemy’s men dropped like flies; not even the sound of their dead bodies touching the pavement could be heard. Soon we made it past the three gates and into the garden. Just before we could make it to the mansion, I saw something.

Fiery light, striking light. There were explosions and shouts. At this moment, it resounded through the world. The night sky suddenly became bright. The north gate of more than 200,000 troops was roaring like a heavenly punishment. On the North Gate City's defense, the Mysterious Man Alliance's army, led by Samuel, fought desperately against the enemy and poured down all kinds of firepower. The three gates of the east gate, the west gate, and the south gate were also in a war at the same time.

I had lived like a ghost and only became popular after graduation because I decided to stay back to be a training teacher. But to see Alan after so many years had passed, to realize he was still the same son of a gun, didn't sit right with me. I looked up from the floor during my jog to realize I was now almost at the second gate of the pack. The famous second gate which was called the heart of the woods and was also considered very dangerous. The warriors manning the gates saw me approaching and I saw them begin to gather, probably to stop and confront me. I stopped running immediately, bent to catch my breath before turning and resuming my run back home.

He would certainly flip if he knew how much I was fantasizing about the son of the enemy. Not only was Athan a man, but he was a rival. Of course, my father wouldn't be thrilled to hear that, which was why I vowed to keep my business a secret from him. I wouldn't want him to sniff around and hurt Aithan in the process. Aithan was mine to hurt, and no one else. The men by the gates bowed as I drove in. The gate had a sensor and could detect the cars that were ours, which was why they didn't have to own the gate for me.

His real voice slipped through for half a breath. The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. Then the Gate Opener dragged it under.

I literally cleared out everything. "So..." "Allow me to take a deep breath will you" "How many breath will you take. I have no patience. I couldn't eavesdrop last night. I wouldn't have asked" She said throwinh me a glare. I omit out a sharp breath. "Okay, you remembered the gate you told me not to go?" "Yes" "So, I was curious and decided to peek a glance. But then I was taken by a man. He thought I was an enemy. When they finally realized the truth it was too late. The gate got locked"

“Then let us show her we are not so easily broken.” Gabriel’s eyes flicked to hers. For a heartbeat, warmth broke through the steel in his gaze. He inclined his head slightly, as if to say he trusted her with his life. The horns blared. The enemy charged. The first crash came at the eastern gate. The battered wolf’s-head ram, repaired and reinforced with iron, swung forward with terrible force. The weakened doors, already scarred from the night before, shuddered violently. Dust rained from the arch above as defenders shouted in terror.

" I drawled between gritted teeth. My heart flamed up in anger. " Our….our…ou..ur our Enemy. Our enemy's have come, they've killed all the warriors at the gate, I escaped to tell you" he shuttered trembling in the air. My jaw dropped, my head swirled in confusion, my eyes popped out of its socket in shock. My trembling hands let loose of the guards who slouched hopelessly to the Floor. My eyes twinkled while I turned to look at the trainers. I had expected them, but not this early.

Then the forest broke, and Whiteclaw rose before me. But it was no longer the stronghold I remembered. Smoke curled above the walls, black against the sky. The air tasted of ash and iron. Then thunder shook the ground, not from the heavens, but from the gates themselves as they burst open. The enemy had come. Their banners whipped in the wind, dark wolves clawed into the fabric. Their march rolled forward in a tide of fur and steel. Wolves in full form lunged through the broken gates, teeth flashing, claws gouging deep trenches into the dirt.