The Bloody Gate Novels & Stories

“But you wouldn’t have forgiven me.” We camped near the lake that night. None of us spoke much. The remaining warriors formed a circle around our small fire. Some stared into the flames. Others closed their eyes and pretended to sleep. But no one truly did. Not after what they’d seen. The dagger pulsed faintly in the dark, and we all felt it. The closer we got to the third gate, the heavier it became. “The Gate of Cost,” Dain said at last, breaking the silence. “It lies at the edge of the Veil’s root. The place where it first bled into this world. No illusions. No riddles. Just a demand.”

Henry*** The Dark Moon Pack stands before us, but it’s no longer the sanctuary we left. The heavy wooden gates creak open slowly, revealing a scene that steals my breath. The courtyard is unrecognizable—charred earth, broken weapons scattered like fallen leaves, and the air thick with the coppery tang of blood. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the faint groans of the injured. The once-proud walls of the packhouse bear deep gashes, as if claws—or something far worse—had torn through them. My stomach turns. This isn’t just an attack. It’s a massacre.

[Lady Luna, intruders were seen at the— Forgive me! I felt all the blood in my body just rise from below all the way to my face. All of a sudden, a uniformed guard from the party showed up and because I didn't even bother to lock my door, he caught us in a filthy position. The raging hormones in me magically disappeared and an instant of regret filled me up. “Dominam a praemissis habere custodes. Portas et omnia itinera custodite.” [Have guards escort the lady away from the premises. Guard the gates and all the passages.]

Dan stays by my side as we exit the black vehicles and begin heading toward the warehouse. "Do you know, Paul, that you make us look like a bunch of goons from a lousy mafia movie?" My teeth grind together as I growl softly. I don’t reply, solely focusing on my footsteps. Silence swallows my eardrums even though I see people moving their mouths around me. All that's left in the world is color and shape. Then I hear the pounding of my heart: painful and pathetic. No security at the main gate. The blood traders feel secure and protected by the strigois.

He kept the chalice on the table and gazed at Claus. “A daughter? A female heir?” He said as he laughed hysterically. “What a splendid thing don’t you think?” “That’s what I thought to My lord.” King Morton took a long sip of his wine and gazed at Claus with fire dancing in his eyes. “King Gaber has gotten himself trapped. He has no where to go.” He said as he laughed devilishly. “I need more wine!” He said giving the chalice to Claus. “Bring more! We also need to celebrate!” He said as he laughed again.

It makes the fall harder. The iron gates of Brown-Forge Estate appear through the trees. The stones are a deep, dark crimson, cut from the mountain quarries nearby. They look like dried blood. Two guards stand at the checkpoint, their black tactical vests tight against their chests, their spears held loosely in their hands. I stop ten paces from the gate. The gravel beneath my feet is cold. The guard on the left blinks, his eyes widening as he recognizes my face. He drops the tip of his spear, a nasty, mocking sneer twisting his upper lip.

The Red Gate Orphanage wasn’t a building. Not anymore. It was a carcass. Charred beams. Collapsed walls. A skeletal archway blackened by old smoke. But the iron gate—the one from the photograph—still stood. Red. Rust-red. Blood-red. Memory-red. Elena’s breath hitched as soon as she saw it. “That gate…” Her fingers trembled. “I’ve seen it. I know I’ve seen it.” Holden didn’t look away from her.

Even if I have to kill every bloodsucker there. The sun is starting to go down once we finally make it to the royal's land. I drive up to the huge front gate and get out of the car with BJ. I see a few vampires standing on the other side, guarding the gate. More vampires quickly started to appear. "Tell Draven to get out here now!" I tell the vampires standing on the other side of the gate. They ignore my word, flashing fangs at me. I let out a deep growl walking forward. I grab hold of the silver gate, ignoring the burning of the silver. I let out a loud roar, pulling against the gate. The gate starts to snap as the hinges give away.

“It’s opening!” I rushed to her side, throwing an arm around her just as the floor split. A column of light erupted upward, pure, blinding, endless. The sound was everywhere and nowhere, a symphony of wolves howling in one breath. I shielded her, wrapping my arms around her as the Gate released its power. And for a heartbeat before the world turned to light, I thought I heard the Moon whisper my name. The fortress trembled above us. The Gate was open. And Bloodstone was about to remember what it truly was.

She reached out to the one closest to her, its ornate silver frame cold to the touch, a deep whisper echoed strangely around her. "What is this?" "It's a portal. That one would take you to a witch with some serious anger management issues." Sapphira pulled her hand back with a yelp. He chuckled and stepped towards her. Their eyes met. Lust shot from her core to her heart so quickly it made her gasp, but she shook her head.