New Gate Light Novels & Stories

Behind him, through an archway leading toward the garrison's lower levels, a faint, familiar pulsing light had already begun to emanate — the same rhythm we'd seen in the dead circle at the pass, closer now, and considerably more urgent. The gate, it seemed, was closer to finished than any of Bryn's estimates had suggested.

Emiliano The headlights of my Mercedes-Benz AMG GT 63 illuminated el Patrόn’s gate as I flashed my badge beneath the sensor. The gate moved slowly to the side. A new set of guards stood at either side of the interior gate as I parked amongst many other vehicles. “Busy place,” Nick said as he unfastened his seat belt.

The night was humid and heavy, filled with tension. Outside SK Institute, Maya's heart thudded like a drum. The gate loomed ahead, its sleek black bars lit by overhead floodlights. It was just past eight, but the compound buzzed with quiet life—lights on, shadows shifting, guards posted like statues.

With clear eyes, Dax led his people, his allies, those who had been rescued, and their prisoners to the gates of his domain. At the gate, Dax and all those behind him who could move, knelt. Everyone, except Dax, was on two knees. There were no guards at the gate. A position that never had fewer than seven Lightmoon shifters on watch. There were also no shifters, no living creatures of any kind, around the perimeter. This was the first gate. The one that marked Lightmoon’s territory. A full minute passed before the gate opened. The group knelt in silence. No one spoke or asked any questions.

Finally, bright lights up ahead glistened through the vast and heavy forest. It was a mansion shaped by the bright yellow lights, peeked beyond the 12-foot gate. The concrete perimeter gate was emphasized with equally spaced lamps. Our car stopped at a wide entrance gate and there was no one guarding them. Collins rolled down his window and spoke to a speaker box installed on the left side column. “This is Collins. I have here Luke Mason.” Collins spoke to the intercom.

To the rest of Team Red, they probably look like cowards or losers but they couldn’t have cared less. The front gate, like the rear one, is locked, chained and made immobile by rust, but there’s a narrow entrance/ exit on the side, next to the empty guard booth. A couple of functional, Victorian-style streetlamps flank the gate and bathe the entrance in welcome, if disorienting, illumination. It’s the only part of the park that’s lit – literally and figuratively. Squinting in the sudden brightness, Kate sees Westland Vista’s shuttle bus where Colonel Anders has parked it.

she raised her shoulder showing her submission. "Be safe Logan and thank you." I bid my last goodbye to Logan as he also did the same for us. I clutched Tutti's hand and we went for the gates. "No. Jodi..." Nick stopped me before I could touch the gates. "Open them!" He ordered Dresden. I looked him in the eyes for questioning. "Electricity runs through the whole fence. Look at there," Nick pointed to a small camera like device over the opening of the gate. "That's a motion sensor device that recognizes a number of people and the gate only open to those few." He explained furthermore.

\] The font pulsed with a heartbeat effect, each throb synced to a bass boom from speakers hidden somewhere in the stone. Directional lights along the plaza’s edge flared in the same crimson as the ring, pulsing toward a series of massive gates at the far end of the market. Each gate was framed by metal jaws that looked like they could slam shut with bone‑breaking force. Above them, smaller holo‑signs flickered with lane designations and odds updates: LANE 1 – ODDS FAVOR: LOW LANE 2 – CROWD INTEREST: MEDIUM LANE 3 – HIGH‑VALUE PLAYERS TRACKED