Steins Gate Quotes Novels & Stories

And in the distance… The Gate answered. One final note by cracking open stones.

It looked as if something monstrous had once tried to claw its way out, only to be sealed inside forever. Leon stood before the door, his heart pounding violently in his chest. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, then reached out and pushed the heavy iron gate. The hinges groaned in protest, the harsh screeching sound cutting through the silence like the cry of an ancient, long-forgotten spirit awakening from slumber.

He might be a young boy in appearance but his mind seemed to think like he was in his golden age. Fifteen minutes thereafter, Mason pointed to me a gated wall. “Ada, did you see that?” “Yes. What is that?” “Ada that is now the gate to the city. It is a big gate, a gate of freedom for those who have been not free in their lives for so long. It is the gate that will change your life, Ada,” Mason said so seriously that I looked at him with complete amazement. As I looked at the gated wall again, excitement suddenly crept inside of me. I let my lungs savor the fresh air and I took a deep breath thereafter.

Mina had jokingly given the ship a name since its previous name was just a bunch of numbers. "You guys may want to find some cover." Vosten turned to look at her. "Why is that agent?" Carmen smiled. "Because the heat is about to get turned up in here and doubt that you elites could handle it." As she finished, she charged at the company of soldiers standing in front of the doors. She somersaulted over a large desk and drew her pistols and began to fire. Just as she opened fire on the soldiers several medium sized grenades broke through the glass doors and landed in front of the soldiers. Carmen sprayed plasma fire all around in every direction. Multiple soldiers went down and the grenades ex

I was tempted to leave his ass out there, but that dumb fuck would stay there all night until I answer him. "Open it, Chaz!" He opened the double steel gates as I walked forward. I'll open the gate, but that fuck wasn't coming inside, he could stand out there and say whatever the fuck he has to say. I felt the others at my back as the hump climbed out of the car and walked towards me.

I said as I grabbed the keyboard and walkie. Guiding Ian out, I led the way down the long metal stairway as we came to the Strong metal gate. I didn’t know what the gate was made of but was told that there was not a supernatural being that could touch it without getting burnt. Didn’t even mess with it. I always wore the black leather gloves that they gave me on my first day. “Always wear your leather gloves when opening the door here. They will burn you.” I told him and watched as Ian nodded his head in understanding.

I would have never thought of that if I was in his shoes. The guard just stares, a little unimpressed. Seems they didn’t buy it. “Come on, man, you know how women get. She was just tiring… I didn’t mean to forget them there. Please, brother… just open your gate. I just need to push in and make a clean turn. This road is too tiny for a turn.” “Make it quick,” one of the idiots mutters, waving to the others. “Open it.” Metal groans. The gate slides just enough, and Blaze doesn’t hesitate. “Thank you, bro!”

"SOMETIMES THE SCARIEST DOORS ARE THE ONES YOU CHOOSE TO WALK THROUGH." STELLA The mansion was even more terrifying up close. I stood before the towering black iron gates, my fingers tightening around the handle of my worn travel bag. The carriage carrying the palace guard had already disappeared down the winding road behind me, the sound of hooves fading until there was nothing left but silence and rain. There was no turning back now. I stared at the gates. Even they seemed to be warning me. Leave. While you still can. I drew in a shaky breath.

"This isn't about keeping you inside." "No?" "No." "Then what is it about?" He leaned back in his chair. His voice remained steady. "The people who organized that attack haven't stopped." I folded my arms. "And?" "They failed once." The room fell quiet. "They won't make the same mistake twice." I felt a chill crawl up my spine. His eyes never left mine. "This time..." He spoke slowly. "...the gates aren't locked to keep you in." A pause. "They're locked because someone out there is trying to get in."

I could feel it — not fear exactly, but something older, older than my name, older than my pack’s history. It hummed against my bones, urging me forward even as my body screamed to turn back. Draven’s grip tightened on my wrist. “Don’t look at it too long,” he said, voice low, molten gold eyes scanning the curve of the gate as if expecting it to lunge at us. “The Bone Gate… remembers faces.” “What does that even mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “It means…” He paused, jaw clenching, and for a fraction of a second something flickered in his expression — not the cold, immovable Alpha mask, but something that looked almost like fear. “It doesn’t forget anyone who crosses.”