Might Guy 8 Gates Novels & Stories

There were eight gates in the Imperial Palace, namely, the Azure Dragon Gate, the White Tiger Gate, the Vermilion Bird Gate, the Mysterious Martial Gate, the Martial Telling Gate, the Yin Yang Gate, the Four Symbols Gate, and the Eight Trigrams Gate. The eight palace gates were all connected to different corridors, leading to different palaces. They were all heavily guarded, and the generals stationed there were all experts in the True Immortal Realm. The security was extremely tight. There were so many palace gates. If the Crown Prince and his men didn't know which gate the Third Prince would pass through, even if they were prepared, their effort would be in vain. Wusun Liuce, the military

KAREEM MANSION – FRONT GATE – MORNING The sun rises gently over the tall, gated compound. A black scarf tied neatly over her head, IMANI’S MOTHER approaches the security booth. The GATEMAN, in a smart uniform, squints at her with measured curiosity. GATEMAN Good morning, ma. You’re here to see someone? IMANI’S MOTHER Yes. I’m her mother—Imani’s mother. The gateman straightens slightly, now alert.

He took a brief look at it, squinting his eyes a bit before nodding his head. "You can go in" he said, gesturing to the other guy with the bull mastiff to open the gates. The other one nodding in response, walks over to the dashboard on the right gate post and presses the red button on it. A beep sound is heard just before the gate begins to open automatically. Stepping on the gas, I drove in. Looking around, I could still recognize a lot of things here even after five long years.

Others adjusted gloves over their hands. The giant gates stood ahead, two armed guards noticed movement immediately. “Who goes there?” one of them shouted. Before the man could raise his weapon properly, Sky moved, he rushed forward through the rain and struck the first guard hard across the throat. The second guard reached for his radio, but another one of Don Great’s boys grabbed him from behind. Within seconds, both guards dropped, the gates were opened. The group entered the compound quietly. Rain continued falling as their footsteps crossed the expensive tiled ground. The mansion looked even bigger up close. Balconies stretched across the upper floors. Large glass windows reflected flas

“And I will kill you.” He stared at me for a long moment, then scoffed. “You won’t get the chance.” The van slowed. Gravel crunched beneath the tires. I memorized the turns. The timing. The distance. He stood and knocked once on the wall separating us from the driver. “We’re here.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The gates were massive. Gold-tipped iron, high enough to deter anything foolish enough to challenge them head-on. Armed men everywhere. Disciplined. Alert. I didn’t fight when they dragged me out.

How? The gates were made out of powerful, thick steel rods that gave peeks into the paradise beyond it was protecting. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get much of a view of its beauty as scores of Blackvines Pack guards dressed in suits stood behind the barricades they had set in place against my G-wagon.

Security spots my ID immediately as I flash it mid-stride, and they wave us through the priority lane without a scan, their faces tightening with recognition of the urgency. “Go, Mr. Vorian,” one guard says firmly. “We have got eyes on them at the gate. Move!” We sprint toward Gate M18, the sign glowing red in the distance down the long concourse. Shoes pound on the tiled floor in rhythmic thuds, and Zephyr stays right beside me, our breaths syncing in the rush, sweat already beading on our foreheads from the exertion. The gate comes into view amid a milling crowd of travelers, some boarding, others waiting with phones in hand.

It is so gorgeous! She did not realize that she had said that out loud until he agrees with her. “Yes, it is.” He stops outside of a large wrought iron gate and they both stare in wonder at the beautiful scenery around them. The gate was opened, so he drove on through, for what seemed like miles. “I forgot how much I missed this place!” Eddy comments, as the drive down the road. When it splits into two roads, he goes to the left, which the sign points out if Northwood.

I was going to make them proud tonight. “You both really do look great, but if we don’t hurry up, we’re going to be late, and that will be a problem,” Alex said while holding the front door open. ******************************************************* After a forty-five-minute drive through forest and gravel roads, we approach two massive iron gates held up by huge brick pillars. On top of the pillars sat two gargoyles whose grimaces were just plain creepy. Alex pulled up next to an intercom and hit a button. After a moment, a man’s voice came over the speaker.

Gabriel takes up his position behind the driving wheel. It’s finally time to get this show on the road. The front gates to the property are grand and spectacular, iron-wrought with lions carved out of marble on either side. There’s a guard booth just up ahead, two armed patrol officers and a man inside checking ID’s. Thankfully, it looks like our buddies Klaus and Anders are nowhere to be found. I’m not sure if they’d remember us, but I’d really like to avoid a run-in with them either way. “Name?” the booth guard asks.