The Enemy At The Gates Novels & Stories

At least i have scaled an hurdle. The two gates were built as against infiltration by the enemies. If the first gate was infiltrated, it would be easy to alert them using a bell which was hung up on the entrance. The enemies in this case were my people. "The werewolf hunters." I couldn't blame them. They had to ensure their safety. I walk faster. The distance between the first and second gate is still a bit far. When i get to the first gate, a guard stops me. "who are you?" He looks all over me like he suspects something.

A sad line crossed Evander’s face for the first time since he met him. “A few months ago?” Damon asked and stared at Erin. His soft snores could be heard as he sleeps. “Yes, our formal Queen Atlas and the King’s long-term enemy and cousin had attacked the Gates. Every man that has come of age and had been taught was sent for when the battle got tougher. So I and my sister's husband had gone but I alone made it back home.” “I am so sorry!” Damon whispered. “Don’t be, it's in the past now and we have moved on.”

Mallam Abu looked up at me, his eyes narrow, and then he gestured for me to follow him. He led us through small twisting passages until we came to a large door. He opened the door, revealing a big courtyard. At the corner of the courtyard stood what looked like a small bungalow. As we made our way towards it, I noted that the place was filled with guards. Some of them carried rifles, and others had a menacing air about them. “Why are there so many guards?” Ava asked. “It's making me uneasy.” “Don't worry. Just follow me.”

After all she is the enemy here, and in my territory. I woke up the next morning feeling groggy. It’s not like I got much sleep after finding out my mate is the enemy. But now that I know, it’s my mission to make her life a living h*ll and destroy her. I will make her bow down to my feet and she watches her precious kingdom fall.

And the freezing morning air too… I dragged my shivering self and hurt foot to my chambers. Shutting the doors gave me a strange feeling of peace, and safety. It was only here, hopefully, I won't turn against myself soon. The firm knock on my door jolted me out of my thoughts. Reluctant at first, I resigned and walked to open after five series of relentless knocks. As I reached for the door, it opened wide hitting my hurt toe again… I was done crying silently, I fell to the ground holding my toe. It was Alpha Drake who'd been knocking. He rushed to me immediately…

Mick"a face was cool and distant as he had a typical attitude that he didn't want strangers to get close to him. At the gate of the Brown's residence dozen of expressionless bodyguards who were in black and stare ahead somberly lined up in two orderly lines. It looked as if once the Brown or the Poker did anything bad to their Madam, they would hold their guns and shoot their heads without any mercy leaving no survivors! Seeing this impressive line up all the Brown family and Poker family in the house including Ana who had just talked wildly instantly paled.

One step at a time. Closer. The palace gates loom ahead, massive and imposing, the dark energy swirling thicker around them. I don’t let myself hesitate. Not now. Not when I’ve come this far. So I step forward into the darkness and don’t look back.

Just as he was about to stand, the door opened. Nathan walked in, wearing only a pair of shorts, his hair damp from recent shower. “Morning,” he said casually. Shaun stared at him. “What am I doing in your house?” “You asked me to take you home,” Nathan replied. “I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you here.” Embarrassment burned Shaun’s cheeks. “I can’t believe I asked my enemy for help.” “You’ve got it wrong,” Nathan said, pointing to his lip. “You took advantage of me. You kissed me. You even bit me.”

I only turned out alright because the security guards around the company building fortunately arrived on time. One day, I ended up working very late into the night as I had to field public opinions. Johan suddenly appeared at the company, which shocked me. He was standing at the entrance, the streetlight illuminating his thin frame, and I almost didn't recognize him for a moment. When he saw me coming out of the building, he hurried up to me and looked me over carefully. Johan, who used to pay great attention to appearances, now had stubble growing around his mouth. He looked rather miserable overall.

Moonlight spilled across the battlements of the Silver Gate, bathing the stone in a pale glow that belied the storm gathering beyond. Torches flickered along the ramparts, their flames whipped by a biting wind that carried the distant thunder of drums. The enemy was coming—an army vast enough to shake the very earth.