Steins Gate Visual Novels & Stories

"Sir, don't you think something is different in this gate? I don't know what it is, but earlier at the car, Miss Seolurrie felt the gate before I do. And after she felt it she started acting weird." "Hmm. That is one of the reason why we need to install the Godly Eyes inside the gate to know what will happen later." "But, sir. I think it is too dangerous for you. That blue gate is a first grade gate, sir. And other than the past blue gate we've encounter so far, that one is the only one that gives a strange feeling." Both of the two men was already near the gate, but they still didn't notice Seolurrie who was quietly hiding behind them.

It wasn’t actually hard to find it, since all the houses in DaggerStone were quite small and boring, the only one that stood out was actually at the outskirts and its huge roof could be seen from far away. We finally made it there, stopping in front of two huge iron gates, each decorated with a huge S in the middle. I stopped the engine, intending to get out and look for someone around there, but got stopped in my tracks by the sudden movement of the gates, noticing they started to slowly open for us so I sat in my place, waiting to have enough space to pass through the gates, then started the engine and moved forward.

“Yeah, we’re going notebook shopping.” “Okay ma’am, please give me a few seconds.” A loud motorcycle pulled up in front of the gate. I frowned, looking through the beams to try and see who it was. “Someone’s at the gate!” I called after Steve. “Yes, that’s Thomas.” Steven said letting him in with the press of a button. I watched him park his bike outside the gate. He pulled his helmet off, removed his gloves and then ran his hand through his hair as if combing it. He then turned and saw me for the first time.

It appeared that Count David had grown tired of gazing at my disdainful expression; at last, he uttered, "Unbolt the gate and extend a warm greeting to our visitor." At his command, the soldiers standing behind him swiftly sprang into action. A mystical incantation echoed through the air, and the resounding clocks and clatters of the metal gate reverberated around us. The seemingly fragile city gate, when viewed from the outside, revealed itself to be over a meter thick. The gate was a curious blend of natural wood and enchanted steel, with only the initial few inches crafted from the former and the remainder fortified with the latter. [Reinforced Metal II]

“Anything cheap. I’m not exactly thriving right now, hence the hunt. Shouldn’t we go now? You guys are in a hurry, right?” Jai nodded. “Yes. Let’s continue.” The three of them then left the trees and entered in the main road, then they walked to the gate. The gate itself was quite large, and looming over them. It was probably around fourteen meters upward but it was still visibly smaller than Aeronvein’s giant silver gate. This gate didn’t look like it was made from silver, but probably a lighter tone of high quality bronze. There was one wooden pillar on each side of the bronze gate that was painted red in color.

A huge black steeled-gate with beautiful angels design is standing at the side of the road. “We’ve arrived.” He states. I look at him with a mixture expression between happy and surprise. He giggles. I can see a security post near the gate. The security guards seem like they’re pressing something and then the gate open automatically. We get down from the car just as Cain’s car has entered the yard.

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

Its towering frame is made of sleek, polished steel or aluminium and is embellished with embedded LED lights that softly illuminate, emphasising its high-tech appearance even in low light. At first appearance, it appears to be seamless, with no typical locks or handles. Instead, a panel with a high-definition touchscreen interface grabs attention by displaying elaborate patterns or a digital keypad for authorization. Sensors embedded discretely surrounding the gate detect motion and presence, providing an atmosphere of responsive intelligence. The gate's high-tech prowess is immediately apparent upon approach. As we approach the panel brightens with a colourful display, prompting for authori

I would find a gap, a flaw, a crack. And when I got out… He’d regret everything. The doorknob was cold as ice against my fingers. I pushed hard. The gate didn’t even budge. I let out a low, almost animal grunt. The contrast was absurd: the room had primitive stone walls, smelled of mildew, yet the door was reinforced steel? Welded. Solid. Far too modern. “What the hell is this?” I murmured, resting my forehead against the metal. He did this on purpose. I could picture Vardam choosing this gate, flipping through sinister catalogs or commissioning some cursed blacksmith. He might even have had it made specifically for me.

Stone rained across the valley. From within the shattered cliff stood something impossible. A colossal doorway carved from black stone. Hundreds of feet high. Covered in glowing silver runes. Its surface shimmered like liquid glass. The First Gate. Every wolf instinctively lowered their heads. Even Luca found himself unable to look away. The Gate felt... Alive. A single symbol blazed brighter than all the others. It matched the mark that had appeared on Raven's chest. The Nightfire crest. The symbol pulsed once. Then again.