Steins Gate Light Novels & Stories

I vaulted down the stairs right behind him, swinging my leg over the Sovereign. "You aren't going out there alone," I told him, kicking the engine to life. The deep, flawless Origin-Code combustion purred beneath me. "Wouldn't dream of it, Ghost," Dax said, pulling his bandana up over his nose. The massive hydraulic gears of Coldwater’s main gates groaned. Dust and rust fell from the hinges as the sixty-foot durasteel doors slowly parted, revealing the sprawling, chaotic army waiting outside. The roar of the crowd died down instantly. Thousands of eyes locked onto the gates.

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—

“You made a choice, Selene. That’s not madness. That’s freedom—though it rarely feels like it.” Her words steadied me, if only slightly. Then the iron gates came into view. They loomed high and black, etched with the Bloodmoon sigil, flanked by two stone wolves. The driver pressed a button, and the gates swung open with a low growl. The estate beyond was sprawling—stone and glass wrapped in silver vines. Lanterns flickered along the path, pools of gold lighting the night like fallen stars. The limousine slowed to a stop. I didn’t move. My hand hovered over the door handle.

How? The gates were made out of powerful, thick steel rods that gave peeks into the paradise beyond it was protecting. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get much of a view of its beauty as scores of Blackvines Pack guards dressed in suits stood behind the barricades they had set in place against my G-wagon.

“Let me in, Rowan. I’ll call Aneliese… and you can talk to her yourself and ask her to come back.” “I don’t want to get back with Aneliese, Gabe. You think I’m an idiot?” I slammed my head against the steering wheel, feeling dizzy. I looked at the gate—imposing, not just visually but in its impenetrability, the first barrier keeping me from Olivia. The sharp, decorative fleur-de-lis spikes at the top reinforced that the property was well-protected. It stood about three meters high. I knew the automatic gate system worked, but the security cameras, managed from the guardhouse, hadn’t been operational since the guard was let go.

The smiths put finishing touches on the silver chains for the gate, into whose links tiny moonstones are hammered; should something cross, they will tremble just enough that no soul may slip through silently. In the final war council Cassian reports wolf howls on the western side—not many, more like a test, perhaps spies measuring the echo’s carry through the walls. I order no reply, no echo given back. Silence shall be our weapon, for noise is bread to the dark. The outer moat is refilled in two places from the upper stream; ash and salt scattered upon its surface so even in fog it holds as a mirror, footprints betraying passage. At the inner gate, two reserve gates stand ready—if the first

"We're off now. Take care." Everyone watched as the pair left. Steel had prepared a car for them, along with two barrels of gasoline, some rations, and weapons. In light of the pairs’ abilities, they had chosen a lightweight car as they needed speed over defense. After loading their luggage into the car, they sped toward the city gates. Steel called out, "Open the gates!" The gates swung open and a group of guards stepped out, firing at the monsters that were attempting to enter. Adrian quickly drove out of Novemton, navigating through the surging sea of monsters. After that, the city gates closed.

We turned left from the avenue/street onto what looked like the entrance into a separated part of this mini city. I looked at the huge, metal...almost jail like gates. Guest quarters huh? "Fuck!" Brian screamed behind me. I whipped around to find him holding his hand which was glaring red and looked blistered. I walked up to him in two quick steps and assessed his hand with my own. "Oh did I forget to tell you not to touch the gates? They're silver..." He said and chuckled. I wanted to glare at him but kept my cool.

He couldn’t tell which hurt more. By dawn, he reached the peak. And there it was. A door that wasn’t a door. It hovered in the air—a curtain of light that pulsed like a heartbeat, glowing softly against the black stone. Its surface rippled as though made of living glass, bending the air around it into a perfect, trembling silence. The Echo Gate. Soren’s breath caught. His pulse thundered in his ears. He reached out, trembling, but before his fingers could touch the light, the air fractured—splintering like a mirror under too much pressure.

We were on our feet again within seconds. The gallery seemed to stretch forever. Every sound we made echoed farther than it should have. The chemical light carved a moving circle of green out of the dark, revealing sections of track, fallen gantries, and the occasional survey marker that matched the codes on the map. According to the markings, the external access gate was at the far end of this artery. We were halfway across when the first of Varen’s lights appeared at the gallery entrance behind us. There was no more attempt at stealth. Varen had committed to the final push.