Steins Gate Novels & Stories

Steel took a deep breath and said, "I want a thousand soldiers to open the city's entrance and defend it. We're going to welcome Sir Draco home." "Yes, sir!" *** Novemton's massively secure gates opened, and a total of a thousand fully armed soldiers stood on both sides of the entrance. Steel had ordered a hundred thousand men to build these gates and walls around the city, which was completed in a few days. These were the walls that protected everyone inside from the monsters. Since Steel was the one who ordered the walls to be built, the survivors call it the Wall of Steel. They looked to him as their leader, and he protected them ardently.

She nods, smiling back, placing her hand on top of mine. As we pull up to the huge wrought-iron gate, I see a heavyset guard approach as he mind links someone. “Name?” he asks me as I wind down the window, letting the heat inside the air-conditioned car. “Gabriel Reynolds,” he nods, mind linking again before he signals to the other guards to open the gate. We drive through the pack as we all take in the unfamiliar surroundings. The sandstone and marble buildings and cobbled streets are unlike anything back home. There is the occasional palm tree providing some shade, but these are few and far between. I can’t imagine a wolf living like this, let alone a pack of wolves. We love nature, and to

At its entrance stood the monumental gate. Over sixty feet tall, it loomed like a fallen knight hammered into shape. Obsidian slabs, veined with rivers of gold, pulsed faintly as if alive—each breath of wind setting off glimmers that danced like trapped souls. The gold had been poured by hand from the blood of nations; the obsidian mined from the Tungsten Wolves’ veins. To touch the gate was to feel time itself hum. As the dragon approached, the gate trembled. Its hinges, older than kings, groaned open. The air rushed inward, heavy with magic and heat. Beyond it, the domain unfolded. A continent suspended in mist.

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.

I didn't slow down. With a crushing, cataclysmic boom that sounded like an artillery strike, the reinforced steel bumper of my lead interceptor plowed dead center into the garrison's iron automated gate. The heavy metal panels sheared completely off their hydraulic tracks, buckling violently inward like paper before tearing away from the concrete pillars entirely.

But on each attack, I swerved out of the road and just avoided them by turning on the nitro speed of my car to accelerate faster until my arrival here. Thankfully, none of them were fast enough to catch me. The giant gate was made of metals stronger than the concrete used to uplift a building in the sea. And it was so wide and tall that no matter the strength of the cursed, or the stray, there was no way it was going to jump over this gate. The sight alone screamed power. Unlike Wolfhaven where we only used regular iron to build our gate and make sure there were always gammas at the gate securing it. SilverGold clearly had more resources.

It was less of a home and more of a mausoleum for the living, all sharp angles and imposing parapets. "Kai, the gate!" I screamed as a wall of steel spikes rushed toward us. Kai didn't flinch. He didn't lift his foot from the accelerator. "Hold on!" A laser scanner swept across the front of the vehicle. A split second before we impacted, the ten-foot-tall steel gates groaned and retracted into the rock walls. We blew through the opening at nearly a hundred miles an hour, tires squealing on the polished cobblestones of the courtyard.

Greaves said while closing his folder. He looked at me the way he always did before negotiations began. It was the silent request for control that had followed me through four years of assignments with him. Please hold yourself together. Cold air drifted through the open door carrying the scent of pine and something deeper beneath it, something warm and unfamiliar that caused the strange pressure in my chest to lean toward it before I could stop the reaction. The gates came into view. They were iron and ancient, set into stone that curved along the ridge as though the mountain itself had grown around them. Wolves had been forged into the arch above the entrance, their bodies frozen mid strid

Blake pushed the door open, and the smell hit first—beer, smoke, leather, sweat. The room inside was alive, buzzing with energy that bordered on chaos. Men in leather vests leaned against the bar, tattoos crawling up their arms. Laughter spilled loud and raw. Women draped themselves over laps, swaying to music that rattled the floor. Eyes turned when Blake stepped inside. Conversations faltered. A hush rippled through the room like a shift in the air. Then the voices picked up again, but I could feel the weight of their stares. My skin burned under them.