Steins Gate Quotes Novels & Stories

I'm trying to blend in with those dreadful puke-colored doors. Steve approaches me from behind and says, "Hello, Bryntastic. Turn to face him now! Quit focusing on the locker! Behind me, the others in the group fall silent as if they are perplexed as to why he is speaking to me. Do a U-turn! I repeat to myself. Let them see that you don't care. I turn. "Hey, um. " To see him is like traveling through time. Stephen Medina. Even though I searched for him this morning, I believe there was a moment when I wondered if it had all been a dream. perhaps a nightmare. that Steve can't possibly return at this time.

And we left the gate at the canyon gap wide open so if any of you want to walk up the mountain and build a life with us, the door is unlatched, the fire is lit, and the long table has a chair waiting for you. A heavy, emotional silence fell over the yard, broken only by the steady rush of the ocean tide against the stone breakwater. Peter looked at the iron mark on the open chest, then at his people, and finally back at us. A slow, resolute warmth filled his weathered face as he held out his hand to shake mine. "Tell us about the gate, Theo," Peter said softly. "Tell us about the home up in the gorge." And as the sun began to set over the bay, casting a golden mantle across the sea-spray and

"Don't forget to say sorry before the second step." "What else now? Sorry for what?” “For those you just stepped on their corpses since entering through the gate.”

Unless. "Unless you think you can threaten me with your squad of armies." Why hadn't the gate keepers even announced the troops of soldiers that were marching in. Who allowed them in? If not one if them, no one else would have been bold enough to try to doublecross their queen. Those bloody pesky little dare devils. Just as I thought, the next minute, they all drew out their swords in unison and pointed their weapons at me. "Well, well, well."

Anton’s own throat was a knot of painful gratitude. Leon lifted his head, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “So I’m not here to toast the billionaire. Or the CEO. I’m here to toast the man she dug out of the rubble. The man who learned that the strongest thing you can do isn’t to build a higher wall… it’s to open the gate.”

I mouthed at the guard who Interrupted. “Next time, keep shut,” he muttered. “Thorn could be reckless atimes,” he added, nodding at me before mounting his horse too. “Everybody move!” ____________ “Open the gates!” Thorn shouted, his loud voice echoing through the walls. “Are we there yet?” Steph whispered, her voice barely audible as she leaned on me. “We are here,” I replied, my eyes fixed at the gigantic gate in front of me. Lycans were said to be extremely attractive but I guess it wasn't applicable to all of them.

“Maria and Leon will be there with you. You’re going to be just fine.” Asher squeezes my hand once more before the car slows, before the gates come into view. They’re taller than I remember. Black iron, sharp at the top, unyielding. The Romano crest is carved into the stone pillars on either side, just as it always was, too familiar, too heavy with memories I never dealt with properly. The gates slide open without a sound, obedient, practised. Everything here knows who he is. The car rolls in, and my chest tightens. This is it. This is the place I ran from.

At least, she had made an overachievement. “Now get up and follow me. There’s a lot of stuff to do, and you are lingering outside as if you are a fool." Jina remembered that the gate was still open. She turned to Esther and motioned to the green metallic gate that had been left half-open. "First go and close the gate. Many crooks are roaming around. Esther hopped towards the gate and closed it with a bang. "Hey," Jina yelled, "do you want to break it? Can you imagine how much it costs to put up that gate?" The poor girl shakes her head nervously in hearty disagreement."

Thea replied, her tone pleasant but strictly professional. "Then I shall wait for you within the gates." "On my way." Thea steered her vehicle toward the towering entrance of the Sanchez estate. The guardians at the gatehouse watched her approach, their expressions twisting into masks of derision. They offered her a practiced, warm smile as they opened the iron barriers, but as her car rolled past, their whispers caught on the wind, reaching her sensitive ears. "Today’s going to be a bloodbath. A real spectacle in the main hall."

"The Whispering Gate? Why that name?" "Because of the guardian," Justin replied, a low hum of fear in his tone. "It's not just a physical barrier. It's a psychic one. The gate is guarded by a chorus of lost souls, echoes of celestial beings who tried to pass without proper attunement. They whisper promises, fears, forgotten truths. They try to ensnare you, to draw you into their collective. Those who fall, become part of the chorus...part of the graveyard." "Sounds like a party," Ava muttered, a familiar glint returning to her eyes, though her posture remained rigid. "So, how do we RSVP to this exclusive shindig without becoming part of the permanent choir?"