Steins Gate Quotes Novels & Stories

Pessimism was winning that particular mental conversation. Gram stopped, hands on hips, looking up at the old wooden Gate before turning to meet my eyes with her faded blue ones. "Don't ever trust any of them," she said. "No matter what they say. Ever." I nodded as I joined her. "I figured out that much on my own." Shaylee sighed as she released the doorstop around the Gate, the vibration of its magic trilling its own song at the loss of her touch.

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?”

Just the arrogance of excess money, confidently invisible. Junior shifted beside Nevena, blinking up at the seamless structure. It held the kind of intimidation that wraps itself around one's lungs. “This is…the gate?” Nevena said under her breath. Junior whistled. “This is definitely where Skynet lives.” Nevena chuckled. “Yeah—the gate alone looks like it cost more than New Mexico itself,” “Excessive at its peak.” Junior agreed, staring at his reflection on the obsidian surface. “Miss Nevena! How do we get in?”

His expression told me he'd reached the same conclusion. "You know." His jaw tightened. "I suspected." "Suspected what?" Kael asked. Neither of us answered immediately. Because neither of us wanted to say it aloud. Finally, I did. "The gates aren't the objective." The chamber fell silent. I stepped closer to the glowing structure. The connection surged. The symbols shifted faintly beneath the stone. Responding. Listening. Waiting. "The gates are tools." My voice sounded strange even to me. Distant. Ancient. The connection was feeding me fragments again.

But he listens attentively, not a hint of his thoughts on his face. I'm honestly a little touched. If I were listening to myself, even I would think I'm being crazy. "Then the gate opened, so I fell in." I end my tale, "And you know the rest." His brows furrow once more, "The gate was bolted. How did you open it?" "I just kept pushing, I guess." I shrug a shoulder. When he stays contemplatively quiet, I add, "It said 'Sanctuary for the weak' so I thought..."

Secondly, he was speaking as if he had never harmed them and that his words would persuade them. One of the affected soldiers came forward and prepared to undo the small gate carved in the middle of one of the two huge gates for the passing, as he rumbled, "You think you will be excused? Huh, you do not know what you have called upon yourself after coming here a second time."

Alpha Gabriel said to his mum and Jack followed him outside. "What's happening here?" Alpha Gabriel asked the gatemen. "There are some strangers outside they claim they have an important message for you, but the identity of who sent the message they didn't reveal well I think it's a very influential person because of the way they are hitting the gate with authority and no fear at all" The gateman responded Jack is trying so hard to be in the conversation. "Open the gate, let's see who we have here, they could do no more than a rat, they can't hurt the Alpha, so there's really nothing to be scared about?" Jack said to the gateman.

The gate loomed above us like a monolith of power and peril. Its surface shimmered with shifting symbols, flames, serpentine patterns, eyes that seemed to follow my every movement. The air around it vibrated, thick with a tension that made my chest ache. This was no ordinary door, it was a test, a trap, a reflection of everything I had ever desired, feared, and longed for. Elliot’s hand found mine instinctively. His eyes, dark and unwavering, scanned the gate as if he could see through its illusions. “We can’t hesitate,” he murmured. “Every second of doubt will give it power. We step forward together, or we fail together.”

“What is he showing you this time, little warrior?” Cassian’s eyes glowed faintly. “The book with no words.” II. The Entrance Test The convoy stopped before an enormous obsidian gate that shimmered unnaturally, almost liquid in its surface. Runes of a forgotten tongue spun across its surface like snakes of light. Seraphina stepped forward. “The price?” she called aloud. A disembodied voice answered from the wind: “The price is memory. A cherished one.” Everyone looked at one another, tense. Seraphina stepped forward first and whispered something unheard into the wind. The gate absorbed it like smoke.

I had to squint to look at the numbers on the doors. Up here, it was silent. The loud music from the ground floor didn't reach the last floor, and I liked it. At least I wouldn't have to worry about my ears bleeding by the time I leave this place. I got to the door and opened it. Stepping in, I opened my mouth to call Stein when I heard someone sobbing. I stood frozen by the door, puzzled. “Do you think he'll ever forgive me?” I heard Stein ask, more sobs accompanying his words.