Novel & Cerita Steins Gate

Cazer proceeded past the mossy and worn graves until he came to the one he sought. A sandstone mausoleum to one of the Alliance’s founders, Regus Sieg. The foreboding bars, clamped shut over the structure’s hollow opening, were only made more grim by the effects that time had over its once pristine stones and columns. Weathered and darkened by centuries of dreary days, such as this, Cazer mounted the few steps that led up to its gates. Placing a hand onto its cold metal, there was a brief pause before the portal recognized him as the Director of the Night Gate. The subtle sound of the lock as it slid from its long held position confirming that he was allowed entry, the hinges whined noisily

A steel door. Not wood. Not decorative. Steel, matte and thick, set into the stone like someone had forced modern strength into ancient walls. It didn’t belong. The stone around it looked worn and aged. The door looked new enough to still remember the factory where it had been made. A keypad sat to the right, black and sleek. A small camera above it blinked once. Gabriel stared at the door without moving. I stepped closer, unable to help myself. The closer I got, the colder the air felt. As if the door weren't just blocking a room, it was holding something back.

And just before his body could go all out on him and take control from him, he’s already at Steve’s building and he’s inside. “What? How did he enter without us opening the gate?” one of Steve’s guards muttered. He knows who Adrian was, so he didn’t try to confront him. But his shock was that the gate was closed, and it’s made in a way that it’s almost impossible to jump through as it’s way tall. And also, he hadn’t heard any sound if not that he saw Adrian stepping into the building. “Master,” Steve muttered as he rushed forward. Just now Steve got a notification that indicates Adrian was in trouble. He’s set up this security system in a way that he’d get hints when Adrian was in trouble, o

“Do not look afraid. Look straight ahead.” Leo gave a small nod. He was trying to be brave. Kael knew the feeling. They rounded a bend in the road, and the trees fell away. There it was. Stonehearth. The walls were high and solid, made of grey stone fitted together by skilled hands. They were not the rough walls of a fort, but the finished walls of a town that meant to stay. Smoke rose from several chimneys inside. The gates were made of heavy, dark timber, banded with iron. And they were open.

They passed by skyscrapers, old buildings, and fancy neighborhoods, it didn’t take long for Halle to realize that they had left the capital, and strangely enough, she had expected that the Stones would live in the capital just like the other high folk. Halle knew she was tired but she was enjoying the view, it counted as a good distraction from her nervously beating heart. Soon the car slowed down when they reached a large gate, maybe the entrance to some fancy rich people's estate of some sort. The gates were a mixture of gold and silver, the small and big metal bars intricately crafted and designed to push, twist, and curve against each other. The gates were beautiful and it made her think

Hayley stood in front of a towering iron gate, easily over ten feet high, grand enough to feel like the entrance to a fortress. Even the guard booths looked like military-grade sentry posts. But there wasn't a single competent guard left inside. Her gaze settled on one of the booths with its door hanging open. The main gate was still locked, but the booth door was broken. Both the front and back booth doors had been wrecked, and one of them was hanging halfway off its frame.

Chapter 10: Echoes of Destruction The rusted iron gates of the obsidian citadel loomed before them, a gaping maw in the desolate crimson landscape. Behind them, the monstrous creatures howled in frustration, their metallic claws scraping against the barren rock. Evie and Liam, hearts pounding in their chests, sprinted towards the gate, desperate for any semblance of refuge. With a resounding clang, the gate swung open, revealing a dark, cavernous entrance. Without hesitation, they plunged into the cool, stale air that emanated from within. The heavy gate slammed shut behind them, momentarily cutting off the sounds of the pursuing horde.

Now, as I looked at the massive, reinforced steel gate that marked the entrance to his living space, I knew every single rumor was true. The gate clicked loudly as I slid the gold keycard through the electronic lock. The heavy steel bars swung inward on silent hinges, granting me access to a world that had been completely hidden from me in my past life. I stepped through the gate and entered a world of absolute emptiness and total silence. The space was incredibly vast, stretching out so far that the distant corners were swallowed by shadows. There were no colorful paintings on the stone walls, no soft rugs to catch a person’s footsteps, and absolutely no signs of human warmth or comfort. Ev

"Unit 73." The gate clanged shut behind me, the sound final, judgmental. The air was cold and smelled of dust and rust. I walked down the lane, my footsteps the only sound, counting the numbers stenciled on the metal doors. 70... 71... 72... 73. The key Anya had given me was for a simple deadbolt. It slid in, turned with a clean click. I lifted the heavy door, a rumble of metal on metal that vibrated through my whole body.

The gates were sixty feet high and three feet thick, forged from enchanted steel designed to withstand the siege of a rival kingdom. But they were buckling. With every deafening BOOM from the outside, the massive iron hinges shrieked in protest. Spiderweb fractures were actually beginning to form in the enchanted steel. The sheer, kinetic force required to dent those doors was mathematically impossible for a standard army. "They are battering the gates!" Torin roared, pulling his massive, double-bladed axe from his back as he sprinted to keep up with the King. "We need to brace the crossbeams!"