Steins Gate Novels & Stories

“Anything cheap. I’m not exactly thriving right now, hence the hunt. Shouldn’t we go now? You guys are in a hurry, right?” Jai nodded. “Yes. Let’s continue.” The three of them then left the trees and entered in the main road, then they walked to the gate. The gate itself was quite large, and looming over them. It was probably around fourteen meters upward but it was still visibly smaller than Aeronvein’s giant silver gate. This gate didn’t look like it was made from silver, but probably a lighter tone of high quality bronze. There was one wooden pillar on each side of the bronze gate that was painted red in color.

A canopy of verdant leaves looms above, curious beams of sunlight sift through the leaves as if trying to glimpse us, new visitors. On the horizon, a Hades-black gate soars and lengthens in height. I spot a security booth in the left-hand corner in front of the entry, two armed guards manning the booth are outfitted in a burgundy uniform. Dad slows the car to a halt, right before the tall iron gates. Both bristle and unwelcoming with a row of wrought thorns on its head, except for the letter moulded into the centre. A. Dad’s window slides down halfway and soon a man’s head appears behind it, a military-looking gun positioned across his chest, so large it occupies both hands.

Her body going from a crouched posture to a straight one. She stumbles on her feet and yells at the guard who has the keys to the gate to open up. The rest of the guards salute the General in unison, but he ignores them completely. In a second, we storm in headed to the second gate where Mateo, that fucktard, usually is. This time round things are easier because of Sylvester Stone. No need to put up a fight with Mateo, when he sees Mr Stone, he stands up saluting quickly.

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.

Normally wide open, the gate was now stubbornly closed, throwing eerie shadows over the cobblestone road leading to the magnificent entryway. This gate was unlike your typical wall. A testament to its powerful appearance and cutting-edge technological features, it was a massive building. Because of its enormous size and the fine detail on its wrought-iron bars, it attracted notice.exuding a sense of elegance and strength. But beyond its aesthetics, it was the gate's cutting-edge control system that truly distinguished it from the mundane. And Rose remembered that it functioned on its own accord.

It wasn’t actually hard to find it, since all the houses in DaggerStone were quite small and boring, the only one that stood out was actually at the outskirts and its huge roof could be seen from far away. We finally made it there, stopping in front of two huge iron gates, each decorated with a huge S in the middle. I stopped the engine, intending to get out and look for someone around there, but got stopped in my tracks by the sudden movement of the gates, noticing they started to slowly open for us so I sat in my place, waiting to have enough space to pass through the gates, then started the engine and moved forward.

I replied, wiping the tears from my cheeks. Steven went silent, staring at the gates. He turned back to me and said softly, “It's okay. I'm sorry I was so stubborn; please don't cry. Maybe if we put our heads together, we can at least find out what the holy event is going to be. Let's head inside.” I nodded gently and followed behind him as he walked back to the front door, where Cortana stood. We hadn't gone too far when we heard a knock on the gates. We both turned around. We stared at the gate for a moment, and Steven yelled, “Who are you?"

"I will. What are you going to do? Leave Emma alone." "I know. I'm going to see the setup near the front gates. That's our first line of defense." "Okay. Call for me if you need anything." "Same to you." I keep my face to the sky and wait for Mariam to leave before heading for the front gates. Gravel crunches under my feet as I move, and I squint to see what's waiting for me at the gates. There's a single guard post with only enough room for one man to use it. I approach the gates and wave my hand, wanting the guy inside the post to open the gates. It's Steve, and he does what I want, waiting for me to walk through the gates before closing them again and leaving his post.

Diana At the northern border of the Zervos pack stands a towering black wrought-iron gate, its intricate design serving as both a deterrent and a symbol of authority. This entrance functions as the official entrance into the territory, the only way permitted for guests to enter. My car rolls to a smooth stop in front of it, the engine purring beneath my fingers- a stark contrast to the tense anticipation thrumming beneath my skin.

Another woman clutched her child closer as they passed, her gaze fixed sharply on me. We kept walking, deeper and deeper past the murmuring crowd until the path opened up into something much larger than I expected. My breath hitched. Before us stretched a massive gate—iron bars twisted with ancient carvings of moons and wolves, so tall it seemed to scrape the sky. The walls around it were built of stone older than time itself, and the earth beneath my boots vibrated faintly, as if even the land knew this was sacred ground. Two guards stood at either side of the gate. They weren’t just big—they looked terrifying. Their broad shoulders and stone-hard faces made me wonder if they were carved fr