Light Gate Novels & Stories

"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.

There are pearl lights decorations on the ceilings, providing equal brightness for the hallway and the room at the end. Pearl Lights are the rune device which activate with mana. They are connected to a single switch that has to be recharged on certain times, but they can be activated or deactivated with just a tweak of mana. They are used for, like its name, lighting, and it’s usually used indoors.

The upper gates open. The answer hit the city harder than a scream. Ren turned toward Shigure. The upper gates were sealed. They were. By whom? Shigure looked at the wolf. Its mouth curved. By me. Golden lines appeared across the bridge. They formed a map of Silvercrest above us. Roads. Tunnels. The harbour. The palace. Red lights pulsed beneath several locations. Raiken moved closer. What are those? Entry points. The wolf lifted one paw. A red light spread beneath the palace.

Our bond ignited. The world erupted. The battlefield dissolved into a single blinding pulse of power. The Gate reappeared overhead, wider than before, bleeding light that rained like fire. My reflection screamed, her form flickering—half destroyed, half ascendant. Kael’s voice was lost in the wind. The wolves fell silent, their eyes reflecting the impossible glow above us. And in that final instant, when the light reached its peak, I saw the truth: the Gate wasn’t closing. It was crowning me.

“You don’t mean—” Before he could finish, the Silver Gate burst apart. A surge of dark energy swept into the chamber, throwing Kai across the floor and forcing Rowan to shield Luna with his body. Stone fragments flew like blades. The lantern flames lining the walls extinguished one after another, plunging the room into a bluish half-light. And then he emerged. A towering figure clad in decaying silver armor, symbols of an ancient Alpha etched across his chest. His eyes glowed with a sickly red light. Shadows poured from his form like smoke.

They passed through the archway into darkness. And then into light. The Gate was not a door. It was a wound in the world. A towering structure of stone, bone, and something not quite material—like light woven through shadow. Chains of silver wrapped it, pulsing with runes none of them could translate. In its center was a crack, thin but deep, and from it bled power. Not evil. Not good. Just raw, waiting force. Lyessa waited beside the Gate, her eyes blank white. “The seal is weakening,” she said, voice distant. “The Nine Stars were not enough.”

I cross-questioned, feeling despondent hearing what she told me. Layla averted her gaze and looked at the ceiling of the hall. “Lantern means weak wolves who need time to shift thus your chances of survival after rejection are too low to even consider the idea. And your weak wolf is the reason behind your fainting, too. Whenever any changes happen in your body, your wolf isn’t able to bear it.” “What’s the solution, then?” I asked annoyingly, neglecting the pain in my chest which started like a fog.

“Which one?” Somewhat dropping the unknown puzzle that will soon explode in front of them, the games that each of them is playing are getting complicated and worst with each passing time. Now drawing a cunning smile, he leans his head on the right side as the mark and symbol of the twin Gemini illuminated, together as he draws a small transmutation circle of the 6th gate and playing his God’s lightning ability as the holder, he whispers.

Through the fractured viewport of the isolation chamber, the Leviathan’s forward floodlights were already fully active. A white beam of light cut through kilometers of abyssal darkness. At the end of that beam— it struck something impossible. A massive bio-mechanical gate. One hundred meters tall. Its surface was layered with interlocking gears and iris-flower fusion patterns, like machinery grown from bone and memory. The Eden sacrificial gate. And now— it was awake. Green veins of light began spreading across its surface, crawling along the mechanical engravings like a living infection. At the same moment—

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.