Steins Gate Visual Novels & Stories

My body beginning to have little goosebumps. Then the moon appeared through a gap in the canopy, and I forgot everything for a second. Full and enormous and low, throwing silver light across a valley I had never seen, and it was so beautiful it actually hurt. I pressed my hand to the glass and stared. Then the gates appeared and the moment was gone. It was made of iron, enormous. Worked into the shapes of wolves in mid-stride — massive, detailed, their jaws wide. The gates opened on their own as the car approached. No guard. No switch. Nothing.

We turned left from the avenue/street onto what looked like the entrance into a separated part of this mini city. I looked at the huge, metal...almost jail like gates. Guest quarters huh? "Fuck!" Brian screamed behind me. I whipped around to find him holding his hand which was glaring red and looked blistered. I walked up to him in two quick steps and assessed his hand with my own. "Oh did I forget to tell you not to touch the gates? They're silver..." He said and chuckled. I wanted to glare at him but kept my cool.

Old stone, high and thick, topped with discreet cameras that glint red in the gloom. Massive wrought‑iron gates stand closed across the road. A crest is worked into the metal: a stylized crown wrapped in thorns. Of course it’s a crown. The SUV slows. An unseen guard speaks into a radio. The gates swing inward with eerie smoothness. We pass through. Beyond the wall, a long drive curves through manicured grounds. Trees line the path, and they leave black silhouettes. Low lights pick out gravel, flowerbeds, the edge of what looks like a terrace perched over nothing.

I was the bridge, and the bridge was starting to crack under the weight of their egos. “We have reached the first station,” Hala said, pointing ahead. Through the thinning mist, a massive structure began to loom. It wasn't a tower or a palace. It was a gate—a colossal archway made of black obsidian and white bone, reaching five hundred feet into the grey sky. It was carved with the images of a thousand wolves, all of them kneeling before a central figure who had no face. The Gate of the First Abandonment. At the base of the gate, a figure was waiting.

“What you saw on the surface, are the structures that are built mostly by the visitors here to connect and perform trades in the sea.” “Visitors are hardly allowed to come this far. It’s because our conditions are special, that’s why everything was so smooth and easygoing.” “Show off their strength, in which way?” Kalen was confused. He wanted to ask but quickly shut his mouth, as his answer was delivered generously to him in a way he never expected. A bright light was the first thing that greeted his sights like a movie sense was flipping over. A huge gate that was decorated colorfully with flowers faced them. From the contrast quality and the glow that it released, it was apparent that it

“Do not look afraid. Look straight ahead.” Leo gave a small nod. He was trying to be brave. Kael knew the feeling. They rounded a bend in the road, and the trees fell away. There it was. Stonehearth. The walls were high and solid, made of grey stone fitted together by skilled hands. They were not the rough walls of a fort, but the finished walls of a town that meant to stay. Smoke rose from several chimneys inside. The gates were made of heavy, dark timber, banded with iron. And they were open.

Stoneveil Pack. It stood tall, surrounded by towering walls that shimmered with gold and silver. It looked almost beautiful… but something about it felt unnatural. The gates were guarded by massive Betas, their presence overwhelming. We approached slowly. One of them stepped forward. “State your purpose.” His voice was cold. Unwelcoming. “Who are you, and who do you seek? No one enters Stoneveil without an invitation.” My anger flared instantly. He dares speak to me like that?

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?”

Cazer proceeded past the mossy and worn graves until he came to the one he sought. A sandstone mausoleum to one of the Alliance’s founders, Regus Sieg. The foreboding bars, clamped shut over the structure’s hollow opening, were only made more grim by the effects that time had over its once pristine stones and columns. Weathered and darkened by centuries of dreary days, such as this, Cazer mounted the few steps that led up to its gates. Placing a hand onto its cold metal, there was a brief pause before the portal recognized him as the Director of the Night Gate. The subtle sound of the lock as it slid from its long held position confirming that he was allowed entry, the hinges whined noisily

Deborah's POV The car purred to a stop in front of the gates and my breath was caught in my throat. This wasn't a house. It was an emote carved into stone and steel. Towering walls stood like sentinels, sleek security cameras followed every movement and the gate itself looked as though it could withstand a tank. And then the doors opened.