The Bloody Gate Novels & Stories

It bled through the seams of the mourning gate in thin, sharp lines, cutting across the black stone road, across the floating blue-white soul lights, across the faces of the people we had just saved. Gold. Damien’s color. Alpha magic. Command. The cracked gate groaned as something struck it from the other side. Once. Twice. On the third hit, dust rained down from the arch. Wren whimpered. Ben pulled her behind him and lifted his hatchet. “Tell me that thing holds,” he said. Cassian pushed away from the wall. His face was pale beneath the blood, but he still moved like a blade being drawn. “It won’t.”

He must exit via the gate to the human realm. Before him are four gates: human, supernatural, gods, and hell. Colton must choose the correct gate. I see him pause and look . Gate One has roses without thorns perfect in every way. I hear his thoughts. ‘Too perfect, my world has both beauty and pain.’ I smile. Gate two is covered in purple and gold roses with thorns. ‘Magical like the supernatural realm.’ Again I smile. Third gate burns but red roses covering it don’t. ‘Maybe but I should look at the fourth to be sure.’

I needed to find an outlet for it, and Dad handed me the perfect one last night. As I pulled up to the gate at the former Blood Moon Pack, I took in the changes. When I left, the ground had been covered in blood, the gate was scorched and damaged from the fight, and the post-battle clean-up still included removing bodies from the public areas. Now, the new gate sparkled in the sunshine, the walls beside it reinforced with stone and steel, while the royal banner flew above it, signaling that this territory was under royal stewardship. The guards at the gate nodded respectfully as I approached, granting me entrance easily. I recognized one of them from the palace and parked the SUV, jumping ou

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

A wad of cold fear formed in her stomach. “What gate?” she asked, confused. His smile widened beneath the cracked mask. “The Gate of Collapse.” A ripple of horror spread through the room. A Noctis envoy shouted, “That’s a myth!” A Solaris judge protested, “That gate cannot exist!” Ariadne stiffened. “Explain yourself.” The assassin stretched his fingers, corrupted luminous dancing between them. “The Gate is real. And only one soul can unlock it.” He pointed at Alessia with two fingers. “Yours.”

More howls fill the air. The doors bust open, and one of my border guards rushes in, covered in blood and ice. “Your Grace… the creatures that killed your father… they breached our northern gate and they’re coming.”

Massive waves crashed against jagged rocks below while storm clouds churned overhead. Lightning illuminated the horizon. Not white lightning. Silver. The same silver that lived inside the gates. The same silver that flowed through my blood. A city stood beneath the cliff. Ancient. Enormous. Half submerged beneath the sea. Its towers rose from the water like the bones of something long dead. And at the center stood another gate. The Third Gate. Larger than Blackthorn's. Larger than the desert gate. Its surface glowed beneath the storm while hundreds of figures moved around it.

“You see, three months ago those gates started appearing they are like portals of some sort. There are two types of ‘gates’. The first one is a ‘blue gate’. In a blue gate people fight monsters inside. The other one is a ‘red gate’, if people is the one entering a blue gate in the case of a red gate, the monsters are the ones coming out or maybe in their perspective, going in. There are some cases when blue gates turn into red gates. Monsters coming out in a red gate only stop after a whole day or should I say it closes?” “What do you mean closes? The gate closes?” “Be patient. I’m not done with the explanation yet.” Seolurrie’s cheeks warmed because of embarrassment, she blushed. Jina resum

Luca’s men on the wall answered with controlled bursts. At least twelve hostiles, maybe more in the third vehicle that had not yet shown itself. They were desperate, the digital files had given them one last chance to erase the proof and the half-blood who held it in the same stroke. A pure-blood soldier broke from the trees and sprinted toward the gate with a satchel charge. I shot him through the hip before he made ten yards. He went down hard, the charge rolling harmlessly into the ditch, another tried to use the fallen man for cover. Lenny’s round took him in the throat. “Gate is holding,” Luca reported. “But they’re bringing up something heavier. Sounds like a rifle with armor-piercing.

“Like the uprising traps?” “Worse!” I say, light steady. “Dante, you good?” “Fuck no!” he yells, shadows blocking debris, blood seeping from a cut. “This is bullshit!” Mara’s light burns mist away, Sam and Lena shielding recruits. “Like the echo fight!” Sam shouts, light flaring. “Keep it up!” I say, heart pounding. “We’re hitting the first puzzle!” A stone gate blocks us, carved with runes pulsing dark. “What binds the realms?” I read, light tracing the words. “Our love,” I say, light merging with Jude’s shadows, the gate creaking open.