The Enemy At The Gates Novels & Stories

Her words rang into my head countless times, and it felt as though she was standing closer to me. “Stop it, Dane... She's the enemy!" I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts off without thinking twice. After a few seconds, the noise from outside the pack's mansion began to increase by every second of the night. Everywhere was still dark, and this was the best time to kill a lot of us. They got to the gates, and they began to roar at the top of their voices. They were willing to break down the gates if we didn't respond to their calls.

The gates were sixty feet high and three feet thick, forged from enchanted steel designed to withstand the siege of a rival kingdom. But they were buckling. With every deafening BOOM from the outside, the massive iron hinges shrieked in protest. Spiderweb fractures were actually beginning to form in the enchanted steel. The sheer, kinetic force required to dent those doors was mathematically impossible for a standard army. "They are battering the gates!" Torin roared, pulling his massive, double-bladed axe from his back as he sprinted to keep up with the King. "We need to brace the crossbeams!"

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

The battle was not over yet. Even from across the distance of the plateau, Rowan’s attention was suddenly captured by a terrifying sound. She looked out with wide eyes across the battlefield and saw the Citadel’s gates being opened. She shook her head in terror, her arms beginning to tremble. It could not be true; the Domineers had taken the gates. Now Malachai and his men would be flanked and crushed, just like the Spartans in Alex’s tale. Once that happened, there would be nothing to stand in the way of the Domineers as they stormed the Citadel and slayed them all.

The enemy commander waited beyond the doors, a storm of dark power gathering. Fenrir’s hand brushed mine once more, his golden eyes steady and unyielding. “Whatever comes next, we face it together.” I nodded, gripping my sword with renewed determination. “Together.” The gates loomed before us, dark, massive, and alive with energy. The true battle was about to begin, and I knew that only through strength, unity, and sacrifice would we survive the horrors awaiting us inside. And I also knew that the cost would be high.

“Archers to the wall. Shields up.” Elise’s chest tightened. She didn’t even know who the enemy was yet, only that the air was thick with fear and urgency. She caught sight of Kai at the far side of the yard, directing men into formation. His shirt was already bloodstained, though she didn’t know if it was his or someone else’s. “Stay inside,” a guard snapped at her when she moved forward. “I can’t—” she started, but the words died when the gates crashed open.

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.’

Don't ever call me your mate," he said with a frown plastered on his face. "Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. "It's because you are my enemy and not my mate." "Do you expect me to be with my enemy?" My friend said, and I felt my heart freeze with shock.

he said coldly. But the voice didn’t stop. “They think control is the same as safety,” her father continued. A pause. “But you’re starting to see the difference, aren’t you?” Silence. Because he wasn’t guessing. He knew. Ivy swallowed hard. “I’m not your enemy,” he said quietly. And that— That landed deeper than anything else. “I never was.” The line went silent. The device went still. And just like that— It was over. No explosion. No attack.

Klein Markov’s great bellow filled the space as he fought some of the Cove Pack monsters off, bounding behind me on all fours as we approached the Gotham fortress. I inhaled a sharp breath, witnessing its great white walls and towering aluminum gates as if for the first time. It was a struggle keeping my eyes open as long black veins jutted from my skin, the effect of the poison slowly reaching my heart and brain. I didn't give a fuck about death, not when I had caused so many, but I needed to get Elena safely into Gotham before Alaric got his claws on her. “RAISE THE GATES!” I bellowed and my gaze narrowed on the Keep guards who scrambled down from the tower, throwing the gate gears back so