The Bloody Gate Novels & Stories

“Your highness, what do you think happened?” Princess Regina shook her head in confusion as she alertly looked at the position where the gate would appear after being opened. Royal guard captain Lev also thought about this issue. In the past, the gate of the Blood Wolves clan’s blessed land would always open and close for a full minute, so it is really suspicious for such an accident to happen. Princess Regina pursed her lips as she once again opened the jar to drip a drop of blood on the crescent crystal rock blooming at the position of the invisible gate. She and the others waited but the usual red light did not appear, and their faces turned uglier by the second.

‍T‍he iron hinges s‌hea⁠red⁠ right off the sto‌ne f‍rame, crashing on⁠to the granite floor. ⁠A do⁠zen heavy, ar‌mored guards‍ flo‍o‌de⁠d into the hall‌, their‍ c‍hest plates be‍aring‍ the dark crims‌on crest of⁠ the So‌uther‍n Blo⁠odhou‍nd Pack. And wa⁠lking sl‌⁠owly through the smoke and s‍plintered wood behind‌ t‍h‌em w‍as the d‍evil him‌self.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Mina had jokingly given the ship a name since its previous name was just a bunch of numbers. "You guys may want to find some cover." Vosten turned to look at her. "Why is that agent?" Carmen smiled. "Because the heat is about to get turned up in here and doubt that you elites could handle it." As she finished, she charged at the company of soldiers standing in front of the doors. She somersaulted over a large desk and drew her pistols and began to fire. Just as she opened fire on the soldiers several medium sized grenades broke through the glass doors and landed in front of the soldiers. Carmen sprayed plasma fire all around in every direction. Multiple soldiers went down and the grenades ex

"Sir." "What is it?" "We've just intercepted something." Brooks and I exchanged a glance. "What kind of something?" I asked. The guard hesitated. "A package." My eyebrows knitted together. "A package?" "Yes, sir." "Who delivered it?" "He didn't." "What?" "It was thrown over the gate." Brooks immediately became alert. "Don't touch it." "We already isolated it." "Bomb squad?" "They're checking now." A cold shiver ran down my spine. This was exactly why I hated uncertainty. Five minutes later we were standing outside the house as specialists carefully examined the medium-sized black box sitting inside a containment unit.

The vines had grown thicker overnight, silver veins running through their leaves. I stepped closer, the mark on my hand glowing faintly in response. The air around us shimmered again. This time, Edward drew his sword, ready for whatever came next. But nothing attacked. Instead, the voice returned — soft, ancient, and echoing through the air. “The gate remembers the blood of its keeper.” I stiffened. “Its keeper?” Edward’s grip tightened on my hand. “It’s talking about you.” “When the moon bleeds and the wolves turn against the stars, the gate shall open. Balance will demand a choice.”

Raff won’t give me any helpful information; the rehearsed answer he gave told me more than enough to bother. A massive gate grew out of the horizon; the gate at Clark and Sofia´s pack was a dwarf compared. The bars were older and stained by rust, but besides that, it was huge. The bars were thicker, and all around the top of the fence, barbwire created big circles down the entire fence. As the cars came closer and stopped, I saw that the wire was also swirled around the bars from the ground and at least a meter up. Just then, my eyes landed on the crest on the door of the gate. It was a shield-shaped emblem with black color and a blood-colored half-moon in the middle. Even if I’ve never been

The blue glow of the sights settled on his chest, right over the cracked plating of his primary armor. Victor didn't raise his hands. He didn't have the strength. He simply looked up, his face a mask of dried blood, soot, and the hollowed-out stare of a man who had seen the end of the world and survived it. "It’s Victor," he croaked. The wind swallowed the sound. He cleared his throat, tasting copper. "It’s Victor Igbrude. Open the damn gate." The silence that followed was heavier than the Spire’s collapse. Then, a frantic shouting erupted from above. The heavy gears of the Gate—massive, tooth-pitched wheels of reinforced steel—began to grind.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.