Steins Gate Novels & Stories

"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!"

Massive black iron gates slowly opened after the biometric system finished scanning the licence plate and genetic signal. Beyond them stood a grey stone estate—ancient yet modern, like a fortress built to withstand the entire world. The moment Maisa stepped out of the car, she felt an invisible pressure crash down upon her. The enormous doors closed behind her with a heavy thud. There was no rain. No city noise. Only silence. She didn’t need to search to know he was here. Alpha Airden stood at the top of the stone steps, clad in a long black coat. Warm yellow light cast sharp angles across his cold, sculpted face.

The massive steel doors were an anomaly, an industrial scar cut directly into the ancient, volcanic heart of Mount Meru. They stood twenty feet high, built flush against the jagged basalt, coated in a thick layer of yellow sulfur and centuries of subterranean grime. Above the seam where the two doors met, the faded, painted logo of 'Six'—a circle bisected by intersecting lines—stared down at them like a blind, mechanical eye.

Her heart raced as she walked forward, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness. And then she saw it. A gate. Massive. Arched. Timeless. Crafted from dark, shimmering stone and veined with glimmers of silver and glowing green crystal, the gate loomed at the foot of a colossal mountain. Vines snaked around its edges, adorned with strange flowers that pulsed with an ethereal light. Yet despite its breathtaking beauty, the gate stood resolutely shut. Seraphine reached out, pressing her palms against the stone. Nothing.

He saluted and rushed inside the compound. As soon as he was inside, the gate was opened. It was a remote controlled gate so he wasn't by the gate pushing it open. Stephany drove inside the compound and as she passed the security guard saluted again and waved after the car went. This enlightened Stephany's mood a little. She drove to the home with the plate V515 and opened the rare lights. The gate beeped and opened by itself as she drove to the tiny compound into the underground private parking space.

No it's made of pure steel. He got into the car with Eva while the driver drove off. He made calls and sent emails to all the people Eva was supposed to see making up some sort of excuses. Eva looked at Madrid as they drove by. She can't believe how much the city has changed since she left. She remembers the city as where she lost everything and she tagged it as where she'll regain all she lost. Ever since she got back, she's always wanted to go check on this particular place. The Acosta empire.

I would find a gap, a flaw, a crack. And when I got out… He’d regret everything. The doorknob was cold as ice against my fingers. I pushed hard. The gate didn’t even budge. I let out a low, almost animal grunt. The contrast was absurd: the room had primitive stone walls, smelled of mildew, yet the door was reinforced steel? Welded. Solid. Far too modern. “What the hell is this?” I murmured, resting my forehead against the metal. He did this on purpose. I could picture Vardam choosing this gate, flipping through sinister catalogs or commissioning some cursed blacksmith. He might even have had it made specifically for me.

The towering gates of the East Pack rose from the mist like ancient sentinels—blackstone laced with silver veins, pulsing faintly with enchantments meant to detect outsiders, and repel magic. The energy in the air shifted as Ava and Ashton approached, thick and oppressive like a brewing super storm.

Ashley stood before the grand gates of the Connor estate, her heart pounding in her chest. The towering iron gates, adorned with intricate gold embellishments, loomed before her like a silent guardian of the past she was determined to unearth. She took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the leather straps of her handbag. She had spent years believing in lies, believing that Fred Connor was her father, believing that she was a part of this family despite never truly belonging. But today, she was here to uncover the truth.