The Bloody Gate Novels & Stories

***** A massive, thick black gate made of titanium was blasted open by a bomb, enveloping the area in smoke and dust, obscuring visibility for those inside. "Who had the audacity to do that?" one of the gang members exclaimed, voicing the shock felt by everyone in the underground at the unexpected intrusion and the destruction of the gate that had secured their clandestine activities. Alarmed and ready to confront the intruder, they abandoned their card game, arming themselves with guns and filling the air with the sound of gunfire as they aimed at the entrance, preparing to defend their territory.

Hiro looked at his father, he could smell and sense the Vampires behind the gate. "I was just trying to be nice here and I knocked like someone with sense." Zinedine answered and shrugged. "But since they want to show me how senseless they are, well..." he left the words hanging and the gate before him began to freeze until it was completely covered in thick ice. "Do the honors son." he added and Hiro grinned using his right little finger to push the gate down with ease which broke to pieces once it fell. "That was easy." Zinedine mused as he stared at what's left of the gate, ignoring the Vampires standing in front of them, in a fighting stance.

Is she already asleep? Before I could even knock again, the door had opened slightly. I thought the old lady opened it for us. When I pushed the door forward, my heart jumped instantly on what I've seen. The old lady is dead! It's nails have signs of blood on it and her skin have scratches all over. It seems like she had been infected by the plague and did not manage to take the pain well and just passed away. I immediately look for a long cloth to cover her body and let the family in. I chanted some prayers on her body and of course, asked permission on her soul to let us stay in her house.

she replies, finally blinking up at me. “Should I be worried about how easy it was to get her to agree with me?” That's my last thought before we head towards the southern gate. The southern gate is a messy chaos when we arrive. The massive wooden barriers serving as protection for the lower entrance had been partially shattered by the rain. The ground is littered with bodies, mostly of my men.

"I'm a crazy bastard." After saying those words, a single rune behind Cia's ear shone. This coincided with a large gate that suddenly appeared in the room. The gate frame is blackish brown with two very large doors. The door has a big fire in the middle. Then, when the two doors opened, ear-piercing screams echoed. Hot flames have an age of more than 10,000 years, it is red with black on top.

Behind him, the last convoy of their forces arrived trucks armed with mounted cannons, their engines roaring like the heartbeat of vengeance. “Bianca,” Matteo said, his voice a dark vow. “Once we breach that gate there’s no turning back.” “There never was.” The second explosion split the gate open like a wound, molten steel dripping into the dirt. Bianca didn’t flinch. The Blood Gate had opened and she stepped through. Fire followed her like worship. Bianca entered the compound through the smoke, her men fanning out behind her in formation. The air was thick with ash and screams, the sharp tang of gunpowder coating every breath. Her black coat dragged over the debris, streaked with soot and

************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet. A shrill, mechanical scream. Red lights filled the corridors. Sergio’s phone buzzed. He picked it up and answered after listening for a while. “Where?” Marco’s voice crackled through the speaker. “West wing breach. There’s a symbol carved into the wall.” "Which family?" Sergio demanded angrily. "De Rossi, sir. I think the groom finally grew some courage." Rosana’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the man she had almost married. So he hadn't given up?

Already off balance from the earlier exchange, he stumbled backward and fell. Supervivente took advantage of the distraction caused by Luz’s team and moved to stand before the massive wooden gate, its weathered planks bound by thick iron bands blackened with age. The door towered above him, easily three times his height, a barrier built to withstand siege engines and battering rams. For a moment, the battlefield around him seemed distant. The sounds of clashing steel and shouted orders faded as he stepped forward. His worn clothes stirred in the wind as he pressed his palms against the gate. Nothing happened at first. Then a faint flow appeared beneath his fingers. Lines of pale blue light s

“The Gatekeeper and the Key, together at last.” Aria put herself between him and Elena, even though her legs shook. “Stay back.” Malric just smiled. “You don’t understand what’s happening, do you? You think you’re running from me. But you’re running toward your destiny.” He gestured to the gate. “This is the Gate of Ash and Blood. It was sealed a thousand years ago when the first Gatekeeper betrayed us. But your blood… your daughter’s blood… it can open it again.” Aria glanced down at Elena. The baby was staring at the gate, reaching for it with both hands. The double voice whispered again, but this time it was gentle.

Chapter 10: Echoes of Destruction The rusted iron gates of the obsidian citadel loomed before them, a gaping maw in the desolate crimson landscape. Behind them, the monstrous creatures howled in frustration, their metallic claws scraping against the barren rock. Evie and Liam, hearts pounding in their chests, sprinted towards the gate, desperate for any semblance of refuge. With a resounding clang, the gate swung open, revealing a dark, cavernous entrance. Without hesitation, they plunged into the cool, stale air that emanated from within. The heavy gate slammed shut behind them, momentarily cutting off the sounds of the pursuing horde.