Steins Gate Quotes Novels & Stories

“Good. When the time comes, leave the gate open.” Click. The line went dead.

203 Stella. I couldn’t shake the image of the words sprayed across our front gate, jagged and black against the metal: “YOU CAN’T PROTECT THEM FOREVER.” Even now, hours after seeing it, my hands still trembled slightly whenever I thought of it. I had tried, futilely, to brush it off as someone’s twisted sense of humor or a petty message meant to scare us. But the twins had no idea what danger lurked outside our walls, and I refused to let them feel my fear. So I plastered on the smiles, waved them off as I ushered them to breakfast, and pretended that the world outside our home hadn’t suddenly become an arena of threats and shadowy figures.

an upperclassman said enthusiastically, pointing at the machine beside him. I looked at the blue-lit sensor and paused for one second. "What, worried it won't recognize you?" the upperclassman joked. I smiled. I took my ID card from my bag and pressed it steadily against the scanner. Beep. The green light came on. The gate opened. "No," I said as I stepped through. "This time, it definitely will not go wrong."

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 wasn’t exactly shocked—just amazed that something this grand even existed. “I’m glad you’re already impressed by the gate,” he said coldly as he pressed the horn. A few minutes later, the gates slowly opened. “Wow,” I breathed. “How is this even possible?” “There’s still a lot you haven’t seen,” he said quietly. “But remember—some thorns are beautiful enough to attract you… and poisonous enough to destroy you.” I turned to him, startled. “What does that mean?” I asked. “What does that have to do with any of this?”

The massive gate towered over me, its rusted metal panels groaning ominously in the cold breeze. Steeling myself, I slipped through the narrow gap and descended the winding stone steps. Moments later, I found that the heavy gates loom before me, old iron rusted and pitted with age. They tower over me, the pointed tips scraping against the roiling clouds above in a silent threat. I walked forward and pushed against them with all my might but they would not budge, as if chained in place, straining against some unseen force, "What the hell?" Frustration bubbled up within me but I forced it down, knowing that outburst would only draw unwanted attention in this sinister place. Instead, I focused

Light blasted out of my hand. Five more flew in its place after it was knocked out of the sky. "We cannot fight indefinitely!" I yelled. "There is no need for us to," the Harbinger declared. He gestured toward the field's far end. A huge black stone entryway came up from the ground there. The gate of God. He stated, "They're attempting to open it." "We lose everything if they do." "We halt them," I declared. "Now." We swung around and dashed in the direction of the gate.

"They can't throttle this, Elara. They can't brick a piece of engraved steel." ​I gave him a single, fierce nod, my fingers already flying back down onto the keys. The convoy was waiting at the gate, the infantry was closing the circle, and we were stamping the truth directly into the ribs of the country.

I ask. "The choice is yours," she replies, her gaze unwavering. She then points to the other side of the meadow, where an alternate gate stands. This one lacks the radiant glow, casting a shadow over the path beyond. Everything beyond the gate is shrouded in shadows and a sense of unease grips me. "I don't like that gate," I admit, my instincts urging me away from the obscurity it represents. The woman chuckles. "You asked what this place is, well, that gate symbolizes life. Isn't life about stepping into uncertainties and transforming them into beautiful memories?"

I shook my head and looked at Sin; he was looking down at me confused. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to” “It’s fine, little flame, but these gates are dangerous, and I don’t know what would happen if you went into one.” He explained, releasing my hand. I looked at the gate again as he did. “What does this gate go to?” “It’s where souls are punished for envy.” He answered as we walked away from the gate even though I could hear whispering from the other side calling me, trying to pull me to the gate.