Light Gate Novels & Stories

Closer. My lungs burned. My body ached. But I didn’t slow. Eventually, we reached it. A massive iron gate stood before us, inscribed with a complex web of runes that pulsed softly with silver light. Luthor pressed his palm to a glowing sigil, and with a thunderous groan, the gate shuddered open. Beyond it was darkness. A void that seemed to breathe. Colder. Older. Without hesitation, Luthor pulled me inside and slammed the gate shut behind us.

"You always were a terrible pilot when it came to ground maneuvers, Nomo. On three." Together, they threw their weight against the mechanism. The sound was deafening, a shriek of tortured metal that seemed to announce their departure to the entire sleeping Capital. The Great West Gate, which had been sealed since the first vampire purges a century ago, shuddered and began to swing outward. A wall of light hit them. It wasn't the searing, artificial silver of the Mirror Palace or the toxic violet of a resonance flare. It was gold—soft, warm, and impossibly deep.

"Zoren, I wish for your safety. Go back now, please." "No!" Leonard ran up to them to hold on to the two, but a ball of light coming from the moonlight engulfed the two. Nobody was able to get into that shield made of light. Galen can't even get through it in his current state, what with the silver bullets? The hunters flocked towards the altar, just to be blinded by the powerful light. Their father, who couldn't do anything but scream and push other men to fight the two, finally decided to snatch a gun from his own soldier and make silver bullets run towards the ball.

The mountain’s spine split open before them. A scar of obsidian stone and molten light cut through the ridge, pulsing like a living heartbeat. The air itself shimmered, thick with power and the stench of sulfur and ozone. Aria could barely breathe; the energy clawed at her lungs, burning away every mortal trace left in her blood. “This is it,” Kael said quietly, voice rasped from battle and smoke. His hand still trembled as he touched the black stone. The fire beneath his skin flared in response, drawn to it like a moth to flame. “The Gate of Ash and Light.”

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

But I was brought back to reality when Lysa cleared her throat, gesturing toward a particular direction. "Shall we." The walk to the arena was a bit long and quiet as Lysa barely said a word to me, however when we reached a certain huge black gate, she halted, letting out a sigh. "Good luck Light," she mumbled, urging me to go through the gate. And I did as she asked after taking a deep breath. Lysa watched Light as she walked through the black gate, with a strange expression, however, once Light was out of sight, she turn around and left.

The door stood quietly beneath the lantern tree. Unmoving. Unthreatening. Almost polite. Guardian scanned it repeatedly. The creator examined the frame. The Devourer brought snacks. Preparedness. Important. Aria stared at it nervously. "I feel like this city has more doors than normal cities." Correct. Void approached closest. The silver light reflected softly across his face. The lantern charm rested against his chest. Lyra's charm. The returned lantern glowed among the starbells nearby. Everything felt connected somehow.

Harsh light reflects into my cornea, making me shut my eyes as quickly as they open. While I try to reopen my eyes, I hear the doctor and nurses make their way to me. Noah seems to be panicking along with the people trying to control my condition. I felt a small prick on my arm and everything felt hazy as a long dark slumber befall me. •●• As I regain consciousness again, I can hear the steady beeping of the heart monitor. The atmosphere feels calm around me as I start to retry and open my eyes. I decide on taking it slower this time, letting my eyes get used to the light – bit by bit.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

The troops grew even closer as Nya skirted across the open space toward the rise in stone where the doorway to the staircase protruded from the flat walkway. Reaching the barrier, she tried the knob and found it locked. Slate signaled for her to stand aside and then used his brute strength to force the door open. With a nod, she entered the dark stairwell, Slate right behind her. In front of her, she saw nothing but darkness--save the glowing, round white spheres that could be nothing other than a set of eyeballs. “Zans!” Nya cursed, wondering what had gone wrong. They weren’t alone after all.