The Bloody Gate Novels & Stories

“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

A shadow detached itself from the tunnel wall, tall and misshapen, its eyes glowing with the same necrotic purple as the Council's toxin. "Mommy..." Leo's hand went limp in mine. "The big wolf is here. And he says... I have to pay for your promise." The ground beneath us buckled as the Blood Gate didn't just open—it shattered. What was waiting in the dark wasn't the Moonstone. It was a host.

Viktor swiftly took down the guards with minimal noise. The door swung open, and the scene unfolded before us – a hub of illicit activities, a twisted marketplace for human lives. Caged rooms revealed the grim reality of the trafficking ring's operations. Each step brought us closer to Zoey, and the anticipation hung in the air like a heavy fog. The air crackled with tension as our men clashed with the criminals guarding the trafficking ring's den. The confined space echoed with the rapid exchange of gunfire, creating a symphony of chaos and determination.

From them, the spirit of the north takes shape. Silence sits heavy. My blade lifts, dark with last night’s blood, aimed at the big gates ahead. “OPEN THE GATES!” A deep growl echoes back, rattling the ground beneath. That noise - sharp, wild - comes from wolves breaking free. Clanking metal lifts. Those heavy wooden gates open wide. Out we rush - fur, iron, fury tangled together. Heavy boots hit stone. This isn’t some fight. A massacre - that’s what it really is.

Kieran’s friends shot him glares as they stumbled along, panting. After what felt like miles, they finally caught sight of the tall, iron gates of the Bloodmoon Pack. They pushed on, jogging until they stood before the massive gates. "This is it, right?" Jerry asked, his eyes scanning the imposing structure. "Yeah," Cathrine replied, bending over to catch her breath. Guards on top of the gate quickly signaled inside, and the heavy gates creaked open for them to enter. They stepped through, the gates slamming shut behind them with a thud that echoed in the silence.

The air reeked of slick, cum, sweat, and pure animal lust. I kept walking, trying to breathe through my mouth, but the scent only grew stronger. At the main gate — a massive wooden structure carved with snarling wolves and scenes of brutal mating — two large Redscar guards blocked my path. They were completely naked except for weapon belts, their thick cocks hanging heavy and intimidating between muscled thighs. The taller one stepped forward, sniffing the air around me. “What the fuck is this?” he growled, looking me up and down with blatant hunger. “You smell like weak White Moon trash. What business do you have here, little bitch?”

“Do not let them pass the gate. If the gate falls, the house falls. Tonight, we stand.” The men roared their assent, raising weapons, pounding fists against shields of steel and wood. The sound reverberated through Lucy’s bones. When the gate shuddered the first time, it was not from a ram but from a volley of bullets clanging against iron. Sparks spat into the air. Horses screamed in the stables. Lucy clutched the edge of a stone pillar, her breath ragged. “Stay behind me,” Gabriel ordered, striding past her toward the gate.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

But failure wasn't an option. "What happened?" I asked. "Someone else got here first." Marcus knelt beside one of the larger pieces of the gate. Dark stains covered the stone, stains that looked suspiciously like blood. "There was a fight. A big one." I walked to where the center of the gate had been. The ground here was blackened and cracked, as if lightning had struck it over and over again. But underneath the damage, I could see something else. Symbols. Carved deep into the earth itself.

Chapter 31: The Crimson Breaching The secondary gates of the Obsidian Spire did not simply yield; they ruptured under a combined assault of raw physical power and ancient, sovereign authority. The massive iron structures, reinforced with thick bands of tempered black steel and engraved with the defensive runes of the ancient pureblood houses, groaned as the heavy infantrymen of the Royal Lycan Legions brought forward their massive iron battering rams. The ground beneath the highway vibrated with each synchronized impact, a rhythmic, deep thud that echoed through the empty residential streets of the high nobility like the steady heartbeat of a gathering storm.