Steins Gate Quotes Novels & Stories

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?

Adrian warned. Soon after Adrian's warning, we were surrounded by heavily suited men and women. "State your business here!" One of the Keepers yelled. Livia stepped forward. "Friendly passing." "Why should we let you pass?" "Because an open door says, come in." "But a shut door says, who are you?" the Chief Gatekeeper responded. "Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors," "If a door is shut and you want it shut, why open it?" "Doors forget, but only doors know what it is. Doors forget." Livia completed.

I replied. Steven suddenly got up from his seat and marched out the door angrily. I quickly followed him, asking, “Where are you going?” He remained silent as he rushed down the stairs, walked past Cortana, and went toward the gates. “Hey stop! You can't go out now, not until the event has happened,” I yelled as I followed behind him. “I'm not letting any silly event prevent me from achieving my destiny. You said I walked out of those gates before, so I'm going to do it again even if it kills me!” Steven stubbornly persisted, running toward the gate.

I know I'm stubborn, but let me get off this once. The other guards had spread out now—four of them, all armed and watching me like I was either insane or suicidal. Maybe both. The iron gates they were guarding loomed impossibly tall, silver metal curled into sharp, decorative points that looked more like warnings than a decorative architecture. This latte was built to ward off werewolves. One single prick from the pointed edges, and you'd begin to dream of the after life. “I’m not leaving,” I said calmly, even though my heart was beating like a mad talking drum. “You can shoot me if you want. But you’ll still have to explain to Alessandro De Luca why his son’s mate bled out on his gates.”

“You’re mine.” He smiled. “And yours.” He pointed forward, toward Kael’s back. The car went silent again. My pulse spiked. I looked out the window. And there they were. The gates. Tall, iron, cruel. The same gates that once closed me out. Now opening for me again. My breath caught. Not in weakness. Not in surrender. But in fury. And in promise. Because as the gates swung wide, I swore This place might have broken me once. But it would never break me again.

Didn’t pretend to. "What the hell does that mean?" "You bled," he said, stepping closer—and the air seemed to narrow, like the chamber inhaled. "You woke the gate. That makes you ours." Ours. The word curled through me like smoke. Like a noose. My stomach twisted, cold and sour. "I didn’t mean to—" "No one ever does," he murmured, crouching beside the pedestal with the grace of falling dusk. "The stone is old. Older than the ruin. Older than your kind’s memory. It does not open for blood unwilling."

I guess so. "Come on, Gabria," Adrian got down first and Shantelle followed so I got down too. After I got off, Shantelle immediately clung to my right arm and faced the big school gate with a big smile. A big red gate with the words 'V Academy' written on it that I know is written in blood. I don't know what blood that is. I saw something on the gate that looked like there were scratches on the other part of the gate as if from the claws of monsters. It looks simple but creepy. This gate grabs attention, that's all I can say because I feel some strange aura inside that gate. I don't seem to want to go inside.

Roman said as we walked to the main gate of the estate. “Too showy if you ask me,” Jacob said. "You're just insecure," Hannah commented and I couldn't help but laugh. Hannah and Jacob always had a sharp banter about them. Disses and snide comments that sometimes went too far but they both knew the other was joking. The guard at the large golden gates recognized us from his office and stepped out. He had a gun in his holster. “You are not allowed on these lands. Vacate or I will use brute force.”

But instead of answering his question, the group of Golems slowly raised their right hand all at the same time and pointed at the sapphire studded stone altar. The synchronized action of the golems kinda looked creepy, to say the least. When the group saw the weird behavior of the golems, they all looked at Steve who triggered such reaction from the guardians. Slapping his forehead, Steve said with an exasperated sigh. "What is with me today??? What am I even thinking of asking them directly? Of course, they can not answer me because golems are incapable of speech!" He looked at his other friends before continuing. "It seemed that the guardians were telling us to go at the stone altar. Let u

Then golden letters appeared across the face of the gate. Glowing softly against the silver metal. The ancient script shifted. Translated itself. Became readable. The message was simple. Simple things are often the most powerful. The gate asked: > HAVE YOU COME TO REMEMBER? Silence. The city waited. The lanterns waited. The sleeping gate waited. And somewhere deep beneath Lumora— the hidden heartbeat pulsed once. Listening for the answer. ✨