Stargate Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the knight shook his head. “Think, man… Think, man… Try to remember…” “Yes, I remember now… I saw it an old book I found in my father’s library.” “What did the book say?” “That they are some kind of gates… portals for faster travel around places.” “Well, how do activate them?” “ The book doesn`t say.” “Great… It helped as a lot!” “I think it has something to do the symbols.” “We will see in the morning.” After a good night’s sleep, they take a closer look at stone.

After dinner, Adam returned to the reading room. Meanwhile Jes returned to her bedroom. Adam's myriad of jobs are piling up, he must finish immediately if he is going to enjoy the weekend. But tonight's problem was not over the weekend, there was another matter which was very important and could not be left out. Adam opened a secret door in the reading room. A door with very sophisticated security. The door does not resemble a door like usual, at a glance anyone who enters the room will see that the door is like an ordinary bookshelf. Indeed, the door is in the form of a bookshelf to manipulate anyone who enters the room.

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”

Evelyn's face screwed up in disgust. “My goodness. It’s filthy.” She meant the words more for herself, but Andrew heard her whispers and looked up. Ahead in the unnaturally dwindling early afternoon light, the edges of the Gateway City were coming into view, stretching out along the horizon. Industrial smokestacks belched plumes of inky black dust into a cloud that crouched heavily over the city like a hen over a nest of eggs.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

"Tell the Earth-Spire. Tell the Proxima-Dyson-Tree. Tell every Ash-Born in the Republic. The Gutter is no longer a place. It’s the Entrance to the Galaxy." ​As the Vane’s Legacy II drifted toward the sapphire-gate, the Triangulum-Creature let out a long, resonant note of welcome. ​The Alpha’s Billionaire Rogue had saved a world. Her grandson was about to meet the Architects of the Universe. ​The audit was no longer closed. It was being Upgraded. ​The descent into the sapphire-gate was not a mechanical landing; it was a Submersion.

Jagged towers pierce the night sky, each one humming faintly, like it’s alive. The door opens, and cold air floods in. Two guards—definitely not human—wait outside. Their eyes gleam gold in the dim light, and their armor seems to pulse like it’s breathing. One of them grips my arm, not roughly, but firmly enough that I know struggling is useless. The tall man steps out first, adjusting his gloves. “Do not speak unless spoken to,” he warns. “Do not look any of the rulers in the eye. If you value your life.”

As if a heavy veil had been placed between us. When we arrived, the door was locked. Or rather… almost. With a shove, it creaked open, slow and unsettling. The place was empty, but something lingered in the air, the smell of ashes. We searched each room in silence until we reached the study. That’s where we found the book. Another copy. Almost identical to the one Vardam had given Aiyana. “This is…” I murmured, crouching to pick it up. The pages were worn, many hastily folded. Some passages were scribbled over in pen, thick circles around sections that spoke of Helion… and a certain gate that imprisoned Synx.

I started small. Pressing my hand to a candle flame, letting the warmth soak into my palm. No flare. But the wick flickered faster when I touched it. As if my power still whispered. Next, I pulled out an old book from the shelf in Kael’s office—Bloodlines & Boundaries. The name made me snort. Inside were maps, names, power charts. I studied every inch until I found one detail he must’ve missed: A gate. Not magical. Just old. Rusted. Forgotten.

The air inside the Great Hall was thick enough to choke on. It didn't just smell like ozone; it tasted like the end of the world. High above, the Star-Gate whirled like a hungry mouth, its white and gold light casting long, distorted shadows across the silver floor. I looked at Sarah. My little sister. The girl I had protected from the darkness of our father’s shadow for years, only for her to be turned into a puppet for a man who didn't even see her as human.