The Bloody Gate Novels & Stories

On the verge of death, she looked at him and said, “Please, come back to me.” These words haunted him, making his chest feel tight. The memories spun endlessly in his mind, forcing him to shut his eyes. The journey felt far longer than usual. Time seemed to crawl until the convoy finally entered a mountainous area on the outskirts of the Gardeno territory. A massive steel gate slowly opened. The road ahead was cleared, allowing them to enter a private compound nestled in a pine forest. The palace was not large, but magnificent, standing peacefully among the trees. It was constructed from greyish-white stone and illuminated by warm golden lights.

“She’s crying.” “What? Who?” “The child. She’s crying again.” Her hand glowed faintly where it touched the ground. “They’ve started the sacrifice.” Nicklaus’s face hardened. “Then we’re going in now.” Renna tried to protest, but before she could speak, he pressed his hand against the stone gate. The runes flared brighter, his blood responded. A sharp, electric crack split the air, and the gate groaned open. Cold wind rushed out, smelling of ashes and dust.

Their primal growls clashed with the clang of metal against fang as they tore through the main gate, a breach that sent shockwaves through the defenses. In the heart of the skirmish stood Sangre, a malevolent figure whose very presence cast a sinister shadow over the chaos. Leading a ruthless charge, he left a trail of defeated guards in his wake, a smirk eternally etched onto his face, reveling in the mayhem he sowed.

“Gate of truth.” The short spell. The spell that draws a jigsaw-like puzzle that is slowly being built and solved from both up and down. Forming a door, yet not like any other ordinary one, or consider a gate of truth. But rather a façade and one wherein reality serve as the gateway to hell. Stepping close and making a small cut to her right palm, and placing it unto the door. She let her blood be sucked like water that the door is quenching its thirst. Her scarlet blood slowly draws and traces the lines, shapes, and symbols from down below then up, all until it completes and connected the lines that represent her soul. “Now, now, now.” Whispering as she slowly pulls her hand away from the g

I quickly took slid in my sailro shirt and a bloomer having no chance to button up. "Give me a minute will you?" I rushed to the door and wondered who was here and for what reason. Suddenly, I looked beneath the door. I saw blood flowing into my room from outside the door. I gasped! Smoke began to fume inside the whole room. Then, finally, the door opened. Two of Blake's guards suddenly stormed the door open. They looked like skeleton, they had no flesh on their bodies. The whole city behind them was covered in smoke. One of the guards has something in his hand. It was… a human's head. It was…. I screamed and roared the same time.

Zudan said any bandit that attack them will be used. Zudan and Katrine embark on a journey to the heavenly gate with different horses. The heavenly gate was very tall and it was painted with two different colors, black and white. The back of the gate was cloudy and no living soul has ever entered inside it before except The wizard that take the angels and placed them at the gate when they're still babies. People are scared to get close to that gate because rumor said nobody enters the gate and come back alive. The black side of the gate has a black cloud while the white side has a white cloud the gate was far from the main town so people don't go to the direction of that gate. When

The drums screamed. And then— A massive wooden gate, carved with spirals and skulls, loomed out of the darkness. The tribe shoved them toward it. The gates opened. A roar rose from within. Jenna lifted her head—binding ropes cutting into her skin—just in time to see a colossal figure step through the firelight inside the gates… holding a ceremonial blade dripping with fresh blood.

I hoped to play the hero–or heroin. Blood painted the stone walls of the fortress, they smelt like fresh blood. Before me in a long hallway was a huge door with few lifeless men littering the door entrance. My heart thuds as I make my brave steps towards the door. What's behind the door could be the dreadful one who slayed the men I met on the way. Also the one who might be keeping Emmett captive, because for what I know, he was immortal.

"You are trying to remain human." "I am human." Bey smiled a wolfish grin I found endearing. "You are much more." The lake rippled violently, and images exploded across its surface. I saw Caleb, covered in blood, with his princess, Lena, standing before thousands of wolves. The Gate opened wider than before, darkness pouring through it. The Gate—so ancient no one remembered what it truly was - was said to hold back everything that should never cross into this world. If it opened completely, there would be nothing to keep the shadows out.

The gate was black stone laced with molten gold, its arch carved with words no wolf had read in centuries. But Lyra understood them. Because they were in her blood. To pass, you must see what broke you. To rise, you must bleed what you love. She turned to Kael, heart pounding. “I don’t want to go alone.” “You won’t,” he said, clasping her hand. And together, they stepped into the Gate. ⸻ Inside, the world shifted. They stood in a forest—not like the ones outside, but this one was twisted. Trees bled sap like tears. The moon hung unnaturally close, casting red light across everything.