The Gate Guardian Novels & Stories

The bottom of my heart was beginning to pump even though I had pledged to myself not to be intimidated by the sight of those in power. The Royal Family. I'm only in the surroundings and I was almost peeing in my garment. I tried my best to meet the hasty steps of the guard till we got to an enormous gate of a manse that was a bit low in size with the one in the middle. The guard suddenly halted and I bumped into him from the back "Get a hold of your silly self, or I might hit the bottom of this sword on your head!" He yelled angrily. I gulped and nodded my head in understanding and followed him. After an unending walk of passing through corners into different parts of the magnificent buildin

the gatekeeper asked through the microphone above the two-way communication buttons in the guard room. Keyara heard the question from the supervisor and responded. "Please open the gate. I want to go out!" Keyara shouted in front of the CCTV screen, which seemed to have a pan-tilt-zoom function. The speaking gatekeeper immediately pressed the button to open the gate, causing the four-meter-high gate to move and spread. As soon as the gate partially opened, Keyara rushed out eagerly. After successfully passing through the partially opened gate, Keyara quickly walked along the eastern side of the house. The house on that side had a black fence that covered the entire front area.

They were extensions of my own will, tethered to the silver thrumming in my marrow. Lucian was awake, his golden eyes fixed on the summit. He could feel his father. I could feel him, too. A faint, dying ember in the distance, flickering under the relentless assault of the Northern mirrors. "The gate is guarded by the Frost-Guard," the Reawakened commander rasped. "They are Fenris’s personal kin. They will not fall as easily as the scouts." "They don't have to fall," I said, my voice cold enough to crack the air. "They just have to witness."

Another woman clutched her child closer as they passed, her gaze fixed sharply on me. We kept walking, deeper and deeper past the murmuring crowd until the path opened up into something much larger than I expected. My breath hitched. Before us stretched a massive gate—iron bars twisted with ancient carvings of moons and wolves, so tall it seemed to scrape the sky. The walls around it were built of stone older than time itself, and the earth beneath my boots vibrated faintly, as if even the land knew this was sacred ground. Two guards stood at either side of the gate. They weren’t just big—they looked terrifying. Their broad shoulders and stone-hard faces made me wonder if they were carved fr

As we stood before the stone portal, Elijah's eyes shone with reverence. "This is the Gateway of the Guardians. Here, your true potential will be revealed." Blaze stepped forward, his hand on the portal's symbol. The gateway opened, and a warm, ethereal light enveloped me. Visions of the Past....

Charlotte Sanguinite POV: Two black vans arrive, and serious-looking men unload from them. I am completely ignored as they move about, cleaning the entire animal shelter and the street outside. A couple of them head to the backyard, where they disappear with the bodies. Two of them measure the door, and not thirty minutes later, a similar glass door is brought and fixed into place. Even the dogs in the back rooms, who are causing an uproar, are given treats to calm them.

She stands up from Rain's couch and starts moving around. "Rain, do you know what the seven guardians are and what they have to do with me?" I ask, turning to look at him, hoping he can make sense of this madness. Rain nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. "I know the legends. But I don't know what it has to do with you. The seven guardians are mythic beings among us, supernaturals, who are chosen to watch over some portals to different realms. They're said to be incredibly powerful, even other supernatural beings can't defeat them because of their insane strength."

"I don't understand." The Warden continued. I was created to guard the door. Its body began breaking apart. Huge pieces of stone fell into the city. But I was also created to protect you. The Gatewalker attacked again. A massive arm pierced through the Warden's chest. The ancient guardian used its remaining strength to grab its enemy. For the first time, it fought not as a guardian. Not as a weapon. But as a loyal servant making a final choice. Go to the throne. Rowan shook his head.

I turn to the darkness of the tunnel ahead. "WELL CROSSED, FRACTURED SOULS," the Guardian’s voice echoes from the shadows. The air grows cold—a sudden, biting frost that smells of Permafrost and Milk. "YOU HAVE PROVEN THE STRENGTH OF THE ANCHOR. BUT THE FIRST GATE WAS ONLY THE PHYSICAL. THE SECOND GATE... THE GATE OF MIRRORS... WILL SHOW YOU THE BOY’S FUTURE. IT WILL SHOW YOU THE MONSTER HE BECOMES IF YOU FAIL." The Guardian’s white eyes flare in the dark.