Light Gate Novels & Stories

Hia efforts were to no avail when he saw that the gates healed itself after each dent given. The empty whispers were once again heard roaming around the scene. John at this moment raged and forcefully punched the gate with all possible energy he could gather and with an aggressive yell. As he saw, a bright light it was, a bright light that was seen after the gate. It wasn't a steady one although, it seemed like an unstable energy as it moved in various directions. The gate that was broken lost its balance and got swallowed into the light. John, who had his left arm over his eyes to prevent the littlest fraction of light from blinding him, dropped his hand as he walked closer towards the gate

The stones on the Pagoda of Nations emitted beams of light like countless sharp swords, making Kanpei Ichiro hesitant to approach. These lights enveloped Kiran York tightly. The red light on Kiran's body, surrounded by white light, resembled a fiery sword or the tail fire of a rocket launching into the sky. The white light accentuated the scene, making it even more imposing.

Phillip wasn't sure what the strange texture of the gate was, it looked like a liquid filled with colored oil. “This is a gateway between worlds. If Tiffany uses sunlight to go up and down to earth, then we followers use this gate," explained Louise, even before Phillip asked. “As the leader of the knight colony, Otho came with me. While the others are on guard, you are not coming now, but orders may come at any time." The girl called out to the knights, who readily nodded. Phillip, Louise, and Otho stood parallel in front of the gate. "Where exactly does this gate take us?" asked Phillip.

Images flashed through Selene's mind: a person kneeling at the Gate, blood soaking the stone; shaking hands as the archway drank in light; a scream that was swallowed up. You will hold what was never meant to be held. The floor cracked open. A line split beneath the Gate, light pouring out from below, a blinding red-white color, showing something big moving under the room, like a heart wrapped around a spine. Lysera cursed. That's not a void. "No," Selene whispered, "it's a hinge." The Gate's darkness rushed forward, like snapping whips. One of them missed Aurek, leaving a line of nothing where his head had been a moment before. He fought back without thinking, claws tearing through the dark

I wake up in front of a massive golden gate shinning as bright as the sun, if not brighter. I sluggishly get up and place my hand on the gate as I feel its warmth grace my skin. It feels good and gentle on my skin. I step back as I hear its iron creak and the gate slowly opening. A bright light from inside shines and I shield my eyes from it with my hand. I squint my eyes as I see a winged figure approaching me. It stops a few feet in front of me, its appearance still hidden with the light coming from it

The hairs on my arms lifted. A low hum vibrated through the ground beneath my feet. I froze. Light bloomed in front of us—faint at first, then brighter—swirling into itself like a living thing. The glow twisted and stretched, pulling the darkness inward, widening into a funnel of blinding white light. Power rolled off it in heavy waves. The gate was opening.

The Luna Essence became a guiding force, inspiring beings to embrace their true selves, embrace their passions, and radiate their unique light into the universe. As cosmic voyagers traversed the realms of existence, they discovered portals of radiant luminescence known as "Luna Gates." These gates shimmered with the essence of Luna's authenticity, inviting souls to step through and embark on profound journeys of self-discovery. Beyond these gates, seekers were immersed in realms where authenticity thrived, where their true selves were celebrated, and where they found the courage to let their inner light shine.

“You’ve already paid enough.” His gaze held hers. “You unbound me, Lyra. Let me choose how I stand.” She hesitated — then nodded. *** The wind thickened, carrying whispers again — not words, but intent. The ice beneath them cracked, light spilling upward like molten gold through glass. The Gate pulsed once, twice… then flared open. A blinding beam of light shot skyward. From within, shadows moved — countless, formless, crawling across the snow.

"She’s drawing the Address of the Next Spore. She’s pointing to the 'Cradle-Systems' that the Aethel and Xylos mentioned in the first two books." ​As Lyra finished the drawing, the Stargate at L1 flared with a brilliant, silver-blue light. It was a "Call and-Response." The Gate was waiting for a traveler who carried the "Synthesis-Signature" to step through and "Verify" the Earth’s readiness for the next edition. ​The Choice of the Gatekeeper

Their power stretched through the trees, crawling over roots, swirling through the underbrush, bending around trunks like a mist of heat and light. Golden flame. Golden light. Together, they weaved. Darius blinked and took a step back. “Uh… it’s getting kinda… large.” “That’s the idea,” Selene murmured, sweat starting to bead along her forehead. Theoden huffed with the effort, his jaw clenched in concentration. The light curved, sealed, locked. It formed a dome over the entire glade—and then some. Luka whistled. “Okay, now that is terrifying.” Darius squinted up at the shield. “So… what happens if someone tries to walk through it?”