Novel & Cerita Steins Gate

Behind us, the plaza moaned—distant drones dragging themselves out of rubble, sirens wailing in a broken loop, the ever-present hum of the dying city. Beside me, my skin still tingled where Corvin’s hands had been. My ribs ached under the fresh bandage. His warmth felt like an echo in the narrow doorway we’d just left. The almost-kiss clung to the back of my mind, unhelpfully vivid. “Okay,” Jax said, drawing in a breath. “So. Talking doors. That’s new. Does anyone have the cheat code?” “There’s no code,” Grant said grimly. “They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.”

Even after we began earning serious money, we kept reinvesting into this place. Adrian pressed his hand against the screen and stepped aside for me. I moved forward and placed my hand on it, letting the system scan my palm. A second later, the screen lit up with a welcome sign. The gate creaked open. We returned to our cars and drove inside as the gate closed securely behind us. It was a top-security gate—if anyone other than us tried to get through, they’d be shot on the spot. We’d probably have to change that now that others were going to be coming here.

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

The doors of the tall building are made up of heavy steel, painted black. I shudder in fear when the door opens, revealing no one behind it. It must be an automatic gate. The guard on my right leads the way in and the one on my left nudges me with his elbow to follow. An act I did not really appreciate because his elbow almost crushed my ribs.

Seventy-six Windy Gate was a small triangular house that resembled a pointed hat, or that appeared as if perhaps there was a larger house under the ground that was beginning to sprout. A hedge of wild roses shielded the neat lawn from the road. At the end of the gravel driveway was a sign, painted purple and green on black, that read THIstLE StuDIo & TEARooM and beckoned passersby to stop in for a visit.

He will attack anyone or anything that gets in his way. As we reached the clearing, The main gates of Ironside came into view. They were an imposing sight. Thick wooden doors reinforced by metal plates and long spikes, with a latticed metal grille. Flanking towers that control access stand on either side guarded by the sentinels, and a 30ft high and 10ft thick stone wall encases the village. I often wondered who or what my father was trying to keep out.

Ashley sprinted across the yard, boots splashing through mud, rain dripping from her hair. Ace shouted updates into her earpiece. “Movement on the east side! Four trucks—no plates. Heat signatures are climbing.” “How many?” she panted. “Too damn many,” Ace snapped. Jax’s voice came through next. “Positions! They are breaching the outer gate!” Ashley slid behind a stack of boxes and crouched. The entire compound vibrated as something heavy slammed against the front gate.

But tell me, what do you know about the entrance to Gormley-Stuarts palatial gaff? 'It’s palatial - drive is 120 metres long and has eight centimetres of French rounded granite pebbles on it, with an electric gate that is activated by some radio-controlled device in her car.' He drew breath to continue. 'Whoa Charley. How do you know so much?' 'Larissa regularly bullies Vera into lending her labour to smooth her pebbles or paint the gate. I’ve done both this year.' 'How many cars do they have?'

Bridge. Another turn. But eventually even her memory started slipping. Too many identical roads. Too many shadows. Too many deliberate routes designed to erase orientation. Hidden. Controlled. Untraceable. The realization settled coldly into her chest. Then the car slowed. Ahead, through the darkness, something emerged. A gate. Massive. Black steel embedded into concrete walls that blended so naturally into the surrounding terrain they almost looked grown from the earth itself. No insignia. No warning signs. No visible cameras.

Speaking of wild animals, she’s thankful that she hasn’t crossed one. Sierra found the gate not too far away from where she came from. The gate is made of steel and is as tall as the wall. It is thick and there’s a weird carvings. Above the gate there’s a word written in italic, it said 'Stonehenge'. “Hello? Excuse me!” she tried to look for a guard but none answered. “No one will show themselves to you,” said the late guardian of fire. “See that black gem in the middle?”