Steins Gate Novels & Stories

he responded to me as he returned his attention to his Nintendo game console. The car stopped and pulled over at a stunning white mansion. It was so beautiful. Nothing like I'd ever seen before in the city of New York. Edward must have just newly acquired this place. It seemed like he was just moving in too. The mansion had big see through gates circled all over it. The design of the gate was very rare and the color was mixed with shiny silver stones like rubies. The gate required a code and had a security camera right outside it. One of the body guards typed it in and the gates flew open, revealing a beautiful garden. The garden was well nourished and filled with different colors of roses t

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

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.

Stoneveil Pack. It stood tall, surrounded by towering walls that shimmered with gold and silver. It looked almost beautiful… but something about it felt unnatural. The gates were guarded by massive Betas, their presence overwhelming. We approached slowly. One of them stepped forward. “State your purpose.” His voice was cold. Unwelcoming. “Who are you, and who do you seek? No one enters Stoneveil without an invitation.” My anger flared instantly. He dares speak to me like that?

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

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?"

Only a selected few knew about this, so people wouldn't keep coming and going and end up putting the werewolf realm in potential danger. The only way to get through The Gate, was to give it a specific amount of potter's stone. Unlike it's name, the potter's stone was not made by or related to the potter. It was named that way, because of its resemblance in color to clay. They were really hard to find and even when you found them, expensive to acquire. A specific amount of the potter's stone was to be placed in the weigh-like figure at the side of The Gate that looked like it was for an aesthetic purpose. Without putting in the potter's stone, opening the gate would be like opening every othe

The stench of burned metal and wet dust hung hard in the air when I reached the foot of the rock. Kael was completely free from the gigantic, sloping steel gates of Bunker Beta. His vast presence seemed like the massive mountain massif in the background an ancient war god who returned to his domain. I went to his side, the fine ash sand crawled under my boots. The heavy gates were divided with an ear-powdering ark, but they opened only a few meters far – the hinges were through the months

*** Xander's POV *** The eastern gate of the Obsidian Citadel was a masterpiece of military fortification. Heavy, reinforced titanium-steel doors, thirty feet high, etched with thousands of overlapping defensive shield runes. To any normal army, it was an impassable wall. To me, it was just a monolithic server begging to be crashed.

is really shit." He chuckled, as we kept riding along. We kept on the path, and rode up to a giant black metal gate, surrounded by a big stone wall that seemingly went on for miles. "This is it, princess, are you sure you want to keep going? It only get's more dangerous from here." Gideon told me, getting off of his horse, and helping me off of mine. I took a deep breath, and nodded. "I've got to find out what happened to my family, and what happened to my kingdom in my long absence." I told him, walking to the gate. There was a giant lock that seemed to groan as I approached. "Do you happen to know where the key is? I obviously don't have it." I looked at him, hoping he had the answer. "Yo