New Gate Light Novels & Stories

Hia efforts were to no avail when he saw that the gates healed itself after each dent given. The empty whispers were once again heard roaming around the scene. John at this moment raged and forcefully punched the gate with all possible energy he could gather and with an aggressive yell. As he saw, a bright light it was, a bright light that was seen after the gate. It wasn't a steady one although, it seemed like an unstable energy as it moved in various directions. The gate that was broken lost its balance and got swallowed into the light. John, who had his left arm over his eyes to prevent the littlest fraction of light from blinding him, dropped his hand as he walked closer towards the gate

I said through the first gate microphone. The gates clicked open, I kept the music down and drove in the compound. Lighting up manor in yellow and white light, the lane was decorated with light bulbs and well curated hedges. I parked the car and took my time. In the co-drivers was an envelope that Gerald's lawyer gave me after handing him the money. "Are you okay Blake?" "Jesus Christ Clive you scared the hell out of me!" He was staring through the window, I dropped it and he leaned on the car supporting his body with his arms.

Meshach gasped in surprise "Let it for me" Shadrach answered and by then he have already drives the car out of the compound to the main road And the automatic gate, closes back He increase the Speed and drive out with force Nana entered back to her house and close it back then After some seconds she came out with the gate remote and change it from automatic ★★ ★★ ★NEWDAY★ ★INTERNATIONAL HIGHSCHOOL★ ★10:00★ The land cruiser was shown as it stops at the gate and horns

she said into the intercom, her voice perfectly cold, detached, and authoritative. ​The yellow lasers stopped. For three agonizing seconds, the gatehouse's automated systems processed the encrypted code against the Inner Council’s central ledger. ​Suddenly, the flashing yellow lights turned a solid, welcoming green. ​“CREDENTIALS VERIFIED. WELCOME BACK, KANE GROUP PROXY. PROCEED TO SECURITY BAY 4 FOR MANUAL VERIFICATION AND RECLAMATION STAMPING.” ​The massive, three-ton titanium pressure gate groaned upward, releasing a cloud of warm, clean air that smelled of ozone and expensive synthetic perfume—a stark contrast to the wet rust and salt of the lowlands.

The speakers took a long time to turn back on. The speaker replied, “We will be with you in a moment; please step aside from the gates while we open them.” Before the gates began to open automatically, there was a tiny beep. Judy entered the compound by taking a step forward. Small plates on either side of the road were fitted with light bulbs that lighted up the roadway with a yellow burst of light, illuminating the way leading to the mansion's entrance. The gardens were difficult to see because of the dim light that accompanied nightfall.

He was pleased to notice the speaker system had been fixed as well. Vance began explaining the new additions to the gate, "Alpha, with your permission and with our last traumatic experience with the members from the Moonlight Pack we decided our front gate needed some work. If you look to the right and left of the gate there are spotlights, mainly there for caution but this adds what one can call 'light discipline' to make it harder for intruders to see past the gate at night time." When Vance paused Samson continued, "We have a stricter procedure for patrols where everyone is involved. Everyone will have a time that they are surveying the lands and someone is always stationed now at the fro

Markos says, his voice tight. "What is it?" "The lights." I look forward. The floodlights that usually bathe the perimeter wall in white glare are out. The compound is a black void against the sky. "Cut the headlights," Drakon orders, drawing his gun. Markos kills the lights. We roll forward in the dark. We round the final bend. "Stop," Drakon says. Markos slams on the brakes. We stare at the entrance. The massive steel gates—the ones that are supposed to be locked, guarded by two men with assault rifles—are standing wide open.

There was a short fence bordering it and its gate was made out of steel, appearing and disappearing each second. One of the protectors stood at the gate as a hole emerged on its middle part. There was a clicking sound as a yellow light scanned through him, followed by a pop, until the fence moved away, bringing the gate with it. A twisting lane then greeted them, punctuated by a rectangular sphere that moved forward when detecting presence. “Wicked,” said George under his breath, his eyes set at the sparks uniting in a nearby post, leaving the infrastructure unguarded. The sphere stopped moving when they were barricaded by yet another door. From where he was, it looked transparent, reflectin

The gates were painted a dark, classic black and were flanked by stone pillars and ornate lampposts. We got to the gate guarded by tight security, the window beside Ethan was wound down, they recognized him and waved the car in. As we passed through the gates, the sounds of laughter, music, and clinking glasses filled the air. We were greeted by a long, gravel driveway lined with mature trees and shrubs, creating a sense of privacy and exclusivity. The driveway was illuminated by soft, golden lighting, casting a warm glow over the surroundings.

In the pitch-black streets of the Neon Gates, the Silencers were mere millimeters from carving through the Vanguard Behemoth’s primary access hatch. Inside the cradle, Ren saw the system alert flash. SYSTEM UPDATE: EXTERNAL EMP FIELD DISENGAGED. LOCAL POWER GRID REBOOTING. "Brace your eyes," Ren transmitted across the convoy comms. In an instant, the darkness evaporated. Millions of neon signs, massive holographic billboards, towering streetlamps, and industrial floodlights lining the claustrophobic avenues of Sector 6 all powered on simultaneously. They didn't just flicker to life; they surged to maximum brightness in a blinding, instantaneous explosion of multi-colored light.