Light Gate Novels & Stories

When I had had my fill, my fingers edged towards the glamoured guard and I let go of the energy completely. Sharp green light filled the cramped space of my bedroom, it lit the room and pushed against the wall threatening to shatter everything in its path as it made its way to its victim like a fork of lightning. It went straight through the glamoured guard and caused him to gleam like an angler fish and shortly after, Lydia Nightshade dropped to the floor like a puppet whose strings were scraped off.

He wore a simple linen tunic, but the lavender scar on his forehead was glowing with a blinding, terrifying silver light. "The Awakener isn't a machine, Mama," Leo said, his voice steady and calm. "It’s a 'Gateway.' It’s the door the first Architects used to enter this system. If I reach out to it, I can fold the distance. I can take us to the Red Ruins." "No," Nevan said, stepping in front of his son. "You aren't a bridge anymore, Leo. You’re a boy. We promised you a life without the fire."

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

“The Nightmare calls to us all. It’s different for each of us. Expect it.” Liora groaned suddenly, struggling to sit up. “It’s… cold,” she whispered, though Kael felt heat radiating from the pulsing ground. She pressed her palm against the floor and jerked it back with a cry. Her skin was blistered. Brann cursed and pulled her away. The ground twitched where she had touched it, as though feeding on her pain. The glow ahead flickered, brighter now, unmistakable. It formed into a gate—not built of stone or wood, but of twisting tendrils of light, writhing like serpents. Beyond it was only blackness, deeper than the void around them.

The golden light from the source swirled around us like a living shield, warm and steady, while the red glow of the Circle of Ash blazed at the end of the street, advancing like a storm. Elias scrambled to his feet, gripping his device tight, his fingers flying over the screen even as his legs trembled. “They’ve breached the outer gates. They’re using frequency dampeners and energy shields... nothing we built in the old defense system can stop them for long. Lucien’s power is feeding their weapons.”

Push. With a guttural cry that carried that terrifying, metallic echo of the Shadow Queen, I thrust my palm forward. A massive, roaring vortex of violet-black lightning erupted from my hand, slicing across the open plain like a tearing seam in reality. The dark lance slammed directly into the center of the golden Sun-Shield hovering over the main gate. The impact was cataclysmic. A deafening, glass-like shriek echoed across the valley as the gold and violet energies violently collided. The pristine golden dome buckled, turning a sickly, fractured purple around the iron gates as my void began to eat away at the magical matrix.

That doesn't really make sense for her "Jealous much?!" she said chuckling "No Luma, more of a pity" Stella sat down and bang her arms against the bubble wall. “Luan!” Lynx screamed when he heard her call “Are you ok?” Aeriol asked. She nods and smile, making all his worries wash away. He wave his hand sweeping away the shadows coming close to them. “It’s time to get serious” Nathaniel said. He clasp his hand and a ball of fire split itself then mold into guns. He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone.

Already off balance from the earlier exchange, he stumbled backward and fell. Supervivente took advantage of the distraction caused by Luz’s team and moved to stand before the massive wooden gate, its weathered planks bound by thick iron bands blackened with age. The door towered above him, easily three times his height, a barrier built to withstand siege engines and battering rams. For a moment, the battlefield around him seemed distant. The sounds of clashing steel and shouted orders faded as he stepped forward. His worn clothes stirred in the wind as he pressed his palms against the gate. Nothing happened at first. Then a faint flow appeared beneath his fingers. Lines of pale blue light s

POV: Corin The air in the chamber was electric, heavy with tension, the smell of ozone and something metallic burning in my nostrils. Red lightning arced across the surface of the Gate, jagged and chaotic, illuminating every corner of the massive room in brief, violent flashes. The Gate pulsed like a living thing, twisting and shifting, bleeding unstable energy into the world.

The lead-lined door does not buckle inward the way a door breached by force buckles. It melts. The cold white light eats inward from the edges of the frame, and the meter-thick titanium runs like wax down the jamb, and through the slowly widening gap comes a glare brighter and purer than anything the grey Harvesters carried up the spine, a white so total that it has no visible source and throws no shadow anywhere in the room, the same light I watched eat through the nursery’s magnetic seal a lifetime ago, the light that belongs to the thing that herded me into a dark room and named me Subject Zero.