Might Guy 8 Gates Novels & Stories

My hands were sweating from the panic I was having. "Do you always curse this much?" His grin returned to his face I breathed and counted to five in my head," I will ignore your sarcasm and smart statements. Now get off my back." " My apologies uccellino. I find it amusing when you are riled up." This man was having a field day while I was in panic mode. We came to a stop at a tall and wide black gate with the initials M.F. "What M.F. stands for?" I curiously asked.

Behind us, the plaza moaned—distant drones dragging themselves out of rubble, sirens wailing in a broken loop, the ever-present hum of the dying city. Beside me, my skin still tingled where Corvin’s hands had been. My ribs ached under the fresh bandage. His warmth felt like an echo in the narrow doorway we’d just left. The almost-kiss clung to the back of my mind, unhelpfully vivid. “Okay,” Jax said, drawing in a breath. “So. Talking doors. That’s new. Does anyone have the cheat code?” “There’s no code,” Grant said grimly. “They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.”

Lorenzo approached him. "You're finished." Marcus looked at Aria. "No." He smiled. "This was only the beginning." Aria frowned. "What do you mean?" Marcus laughed. "You think there are seven gates?" Aria froze. "There are." "No." Marcus whispered: "There are eight." Silence. Gabriel stared. "That's impossible." Marcus looked toward the mountains. "The eighth gate isn't part of the Void." "Then what is it?" Marcus smiled. "The prison." Before anyone could stop him, Marcus swallowed a small capsule.

I asked, shaking my head and he smirked in response. "You are smart. I like that." He grinned widely and I looked over at the dance floor to find Jenny rubbing herself against some guy and she looked like she was having the time of her life. She was so carefree and candid sometimes. Mandy was trying her best to dance with some guy but she clearly looked like she wanted to get the hell out of here. "I have something for you." The Hunter guy spoke again, gaining my attention and I watched him pull out a small ziplock bag from his pocket which had some pills.

The little red light on the remote blinked, but the gates remained shut, locked tight like the jaws of a trap. "Come on," I hissed, hitting the button repeatedly. "Open up!" A man in a dark suit stepped out from the small security booth by the gate. I hadn't seen him before. He wasn't the friendly old man, Arthur, who usually worked the gate. This man was young, muscular, and had a radio clipped to his belt. I rolled down my window as he approached. "Excuse me," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "The gate isn't working. Can you open it manually?"

But then again, if I were someone who derived pleasure from killing people, I guess a heavy metal gate would be just what I needed to shield myself from the consequences of my actions. Two heavily built men stand on either side of the gate. Their eyes lock on the vehicle as we approach, and once we stop in front of the gate, one of the men walks towards us. Nikolai lowers the window, and the man says something in Russian, to which Nikolai replies also in their native tongue. The man glances at me and makes an odd sound at the back of his throat before returning to his post at the gate. I watch as He leans in and whispers something to the other guard. The second guard nods and steps aside. He

“How?” “How often do people use the other gates in this pack?” “Not often, but I’ve set a rule forbidding them from using the south, east, and west gates at all. Only the main gate.” “Okay, have some people plant wolfsbane on the outer parts of the other gates, cover them up with regular plants and during the next attacks the rogues will either die because they didn’t know the poisonous plants were there, or avoid it... letting you know you’ve got a mole.”

Driving up to its gate, I am greeted by two hefty looking men. “No guests are allowed in the morning.” One of the men says when I stop in front of the gate. I roll down my window and smirk. “Good morning to you too.” I take out my phone and make a call. “I’m at the gate.” “Mr. Rio.” An old man rushes to the gate before I could keep my phone back. “I wasn’t expecting you. Open the gate this instant.” He orders the men. They both bow to him and pull the gate open. I drive in and park in front of the building.

This time more easily. "He said third by the right." Miles muttered looking around and then at the key card he was holding in his hand. "Room 8593" "Okay there." Miles said holding his luggage. He wasn't wearing his glasses that means he can't see to a long distance. He has a sight problem. "8589....8590.....8591.....8592......and here 8593" he said looking at the door next to the one he was standing. But he halted when he saw a man lying limp in front of the apartment door.

In case my daughter hadn’t woken up… “There are three levels of gates here,” Niustra went on, pointing at the rock that I had misjudged. It was in actuality the first of the three aforementioned gates. Mistra worked her way through each locked gate, teaching me how to align the numbers from the outside. Once more, I committed each code to memory. “They’re really just an extra precaution if he wakes up early,” she said. “Early?” “Yup.” “Has he ever done that?”