Might Guy 8 Gates Novels & Stories

The book was a solid block against my ribs, tucked inside my jacket. The facility was a fortress of concrete and chain-link, crowned with coils of razor wire. A tired-looking man in a small glass booth took the note I passed through the slot. He didn't look at me, just at the paper, then at a monitor, before pressing a button that buzzed the gate open. He pointed a finger down a long row of identical garage doors. "Unit 73."

I stop short when I see a scene straight out of a telenovela: a man in a suit is being chased away by security like he just confessed to a crime. “I work with Valcour International!” he yells, holding up an ID badge that clearly says Valcour International. The security guard doesn’t flinch. “Go back and get your invitation, sir. No invitation, no entry.” Wait… what? Even staff can’t get in without that stupid golden ticket? I gulp. “Well… this is going to be a problem.” There are at least six guards at the gate. Calling Mike is out of the question. I am not ready for more lies.

he nodded toward the yard, "has dulled my sense of the Gate." "Until now." I stroked the soft fur of his head as he sighed, the heat of his breath warming my leg even through my jeans. "Until now. And, to be fair, Gates are very well guarded, for obvious reasons. They are pathways, Syd, between here and the realm. If some mortal were to stumble on one, the consequences could be catastrophic." "So what's up with this one?" I had to press my hand against my left knee to keep it from jiggling in impatience.

This was insane and it was really freaking intense. ‘So it's all to keep people out, not in?’ I questioned. His smile fell a little, but I just nudged him, telling him I was just messing around. ‘Ok, I’ll lay off’. He mouthed a ‘’thank you’’ and Damon pushed in some numbers on a keypad before the large metal gates opened up and he drove us through them.

“Take me to His base!” After nearly an hour of traveling stuck in traffic, I returned to the figure's base. Immediately, I immediately descended and stood in front of the gate. I knocked on the gate three times with a 1 minute break between each knock. After waiting a minute after the third knock, someone opened a small gate in the middle. Then looked at me with the gun aimed at my head. I gave him a card, the man looked at me then immediately opened the door.

I can't believe I'm slacking off on the first day of work, I didn't even make dinner for him. When I came back, everywhere seemed calm, his securities must have slept off. Thank goodness I left with the card key Mark handed over to me. There was a card verification option at the penthouse gate. The gate was made of a modern stainless steel and aluminum frame yet had multiple factors for entry including password, biometrics and face unlock. I guess it unlocks at the sight of George or Mark's face. I swiped the card as the gate opened and I entered. I did the same for the door.

Aruna whispered. Gabriel. The Eighth Founder. Proof. Physical proof. He had existed. He had never been a myth. He had simply been erased. Dante reached toward the gate. The moment his fingers touched the metal— A loud mechanical sound echoed through the mountains. Everyone drew weapons instantly. The gate began opening. By itself. Slowly. The enormous steel doors separated with a grinding noise. Revealing darkness beyond. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The gate stopped. Fully open. An invitation.

"We scouted the perimeter. Three exits. Front gate. Back gate. Side door near the loading bay." "Guards?" "Six on rotation. Two at the front. One at the back. Three roaming." The tall man pulls out a knife. "Change happens in twenty minutes. That's our window." "What about the side door?" "Locked. But I can get it open." He looks at my father. "You want quiet or loud?" "Quiet. As long as possible." The tall man smiles. It's not a friendly smile. "I can be quiet." Another man speaks up. "What about the girl? The one they're holding?"

I smile at her and I walk back to Kieran’s car. I get in the ride and he hops off. The ride to wherever it is were going is far but Kieran is practically flying. The speedometer is reading 80. I decide to keep mute cause I am still yet to come to terms with him. We arrive at a gate that is twice as tall as Maria’s father’s gate. It is coated in a black that grabs people’s attention. “Welcome young master.” The security gaurd at the estate gate bows. My eyes keep roaming around the gate as I try to process exactly which kind of existence Kieran is.

He must exit via the gate to the human realm. Before him are four gates: human, supernatural, gods, and hell. Colton must choose the correct gate. I see him pause and look . Gate One has roses without thorns perfect in every way. I hear his thoughts. ‘Too perfect, my world has both beauty and pain.’ I smile. Gate two is covered in purple and gold roses with thorns. ‘Magical like the supernatural realm.’ Again I smile. Third gate burns but red roses covering it don’t. ‘Maybe but I should look at the fourth to be sure.’