New Gate Light Novels & Stories

Chiri entered the foyer of Night Gate. Supported by gothic columns, the high ceiling arched upward like the hull of an overturned ship. Furnished extravagantly with sofas and chairs all upholstered in a deep royal purple. It lacked the natural light of the main building. Benefitting from a single west facing stained glass window. Its rounded frame dominated the space between two staircases. Hovering just above where they converged, their steps sloped onto the glossy black marble floor. Where, candles and glowing crystals cast a wavering light on its polished surface.

But thanks to an informant from Starlight, they now know the whereabouts of the children. Azura gave a code to do each task to his team members. Lux nodded her head that she understood. On the other hand, Azura was a little worried about leaving Lux alone. But, Luc said that she was fine on her own and there was no need to worry about her. Then, they started to come in and do their own work. Zack who enters tries to hack security so as not to be caught by the guards and turns off the red sensors that are pretty much around the place. Azura and Noah they work together to find the person involved and the perpetrator to be arrested. As for Lux, she looked for the children who were locked up in

Arthur added. "The address of my house is..." I haven't completed my statement, when Samantha cut me off, by completing the address for me. "Your address is registered on G****e maps, so that's why I'm able to know it," Samantha said, without being asked because I was already staring at her with a questioning gaze. In less than five minutes, We were already in front of my gate. My gate is silver. It has a spear edge at the exterior end and was designed with the drawing of a horse, which seems to be jumping.

Jack protested. "Better play it safe than getting gunned down before lifting a finger. You see that?" Adrian pointed to the orange warning light above our heads. "Yeah, what about it?" Jack asked. "We are being watched. That orange light is the first warning signal to the Gatekeepers that someone has crossed the marked territory." "How does the Underground handle those who accidentally wander in the wrong area?" "It's complicated because some innocently stumbled into the territory while others have clear intentions. So we let them continue to wander. Some get frightened and turn away. Others keep going, pass the test, and become citizens."

Unfortunately, this world focuses too much on the physical traits or characteristics of its members, pushing the members to call the lowest ranks 'weaklings' and making them their slaves. If only equality would reign, no one would be tortured, no one would be made slaves. I looked outside the window when the car stopped for a moment. I heard a loud sound outside like a gate opening and when I looked at the front, my eyes went wide like a choking fish upon seeing the big gothic gate. It is supported by two columns with lanterns on their tips and the lanterns emitted a warm light. Holy molly this is sick! When the gate finally opened, the car went inside. We passed through garden arches which

This was no ordinary portal; it was a gateway fortified by the latest security measures. At first glance, it appeared seamless—a sleek surface devoid of handles or keyholes. Yet, at Landon's approach, the door seemed to awaken. A soft beep resonated a signal that triggered a response from the electronic guardian. The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath.

"Are you sure she's safe Walt? Your story kind of making me worried." "I'll be fine Gabby, I trust him," I told her as I looked at Walter. He smiled at me and nudged me to sit next to him. The room was set, the lights were turned off, the candles were lit.

That strange tightness returned to Layla’s chest—small at first, then insistent but she told herself it was nothing. When the car stopped in front of her house she paid, stepped out and then stopped dead. The gate stood ajar,not wide but just… open. A thin slice of evening light slipped through the gap. Layla’s pulse gave a hard, sudden kick. They never left the gate like that,ever. She approached slowly, pressed her palm to the iron and pushed it and it swung inward with a low, almost apologetic creak. The compound looked… ordinary. Garden lights glowed softly,the fountain burbled. Her father’s Mercedes sat in its usual spot and yet—

Wal⁠l S⁠t‍reet was a ghost town at‍ 3:‌00 AM​, the towering​ g​lass-an‍d-stone monoliths o⁠f the world's ba‍nking capi⁠ta‍l standing like indifferent‌ giant‍s in the s​torm. ⁠Dami‍en navi‍gate⁠d the‌ vehicle into the dark mout⁠h of the V⁠ane Global sub​terranean parki‌ng garage, ki⁠lling th⁠e h​eadlights befor⁠e they cleared the sec‌urity gate. The m‍assive facility​ was eerily quiet, th‌e usual executive‍ ve⁠hi⁠cles conspicuou‍sly ab‍sent​.

It had always been about who held the bare hand in the dark when the lights finally went out. "I know," Elias said softly. He drove his thumb down against the brass lever. The toggle didn't click with a loud sound; it gave a tiny, metallic *snap* that was instantly swallowed by the roar of the trucks at the gate. On Damien’s knee, the gray screen of the phone didn't flare green or show a progress bar. It simply went completely dark, a single, black block of glass that didn't reflect the searchlights anymore. Across the channel, at the very top of the old grain elevator, a single, tiny white beacon light began to pulse—one, two, three times—a slow, rhythmic blink that cut through the salt fog