The Gatehouse Book Novels & Stories

Turning to face the gate I swallowed hard and wipe the bullet of sweats on my forehead, puff of air. I look at the tall gate in front of me with awe, even the gate screamed power. I look up as I feel the towering of the gate making me feel like I was just an ant standing there, wishing not to step on. I heard someone over the gate and then the gate open, hearing the sound of the gates makes me feel like I will be slaughtered and I'm in a sort of haunted house walking inside means trouble.

Declan whispered. "Woah!" Dimitri exclaimed as his body fell to the ground. "That was weird," he mumbled as he stumbled to his feet. "We are close," Isis told them as the rest of them tumbled to the ground too. They saw a small metal gate, with the word cemetery written in bold grey letters. The gate was fashioned from black iron. Standing around 20ft high, but its width seemed impossible to estimate. Hazel was in awe, she had seen pictures of such gates in storybooks. She thought it was artistic yet scary.

The entrance was a towering archway of black stone etched with golden runes, half-buried beneath tangled vines and glowing moss. And at its center, a door. It wasn’t made of stone or wood, but of pure energy—shifting between light and shadow, bleeding into the air like liquid fire. The Gate. My marks pulsed violently, a heartbeat syncing with the energy ahead. The servants halted at the clearing’s edge, bowing low, as if in reverence. Aaron stopped beside me, chest heaving. “It’s awake.” Edward’s grip tightened on his sword. “Then we shut it down before it opens any further.”

“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.

We covered it in six minutes. The gates were reinforced steel, guarded by men with thermal scopes and silver-tipped rounds. They didn't even have time to check their monitors. I hit the gate at forty miles an hour, the metal screeching as it tore off its hinges. Caleb was a blur of violence beside me, his hands finding throats and limbs before the guards could even chamber a round. It wasn't a fight. It was a harvest. We reached the main house. The oak doors were locked. I didn't knock. I put my shoulder through the wood, the ancient timber splintering like matchsticks.

The iron gate clicked open with a soft, heavy hiss. "The stone guest house across the courtyard," Thomas muttered, refusing to look her in the eye as he stuffed the cash into his jacket. "That’s where they put your Alpha. Get in and get out." The stone guest house was completely dark when Katherine slipped across the cobblestone courtyard like a phantom. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she reached the heavy wooden door. To her surprise, the latch wasn't locked. She pushed it open slowly, stepping into the quiet, cool interior.

Symbols similar to those in Anna’s book glowed faintly on its surface. “This must be it,” Anna said, her voice filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. Ryan approached the gate, running his fingers over the symbols. “So… how do we open it?” Anna stepped forward, holding the book up to the gate. The symbols on the gate began to glow brighter, matching the book’s light. With a deep rumble, the gate slowly opened, revealing a chamber bathed in ethereal light. Inside stood the guides—three ghostly figures cloaked in shimmering robes. Their faces were obscured, but their presence exuded a sense of ancient wisdom.

From the chaos of Aurum to the battle of Careath with Thaliese weeping over Pashtan the Blue. Yvayn finally turned and looked at the three standing near the gate. “This is unbelievable!” he shouted to the others. “Now I wish I’d come here before.” “Come and we will go inside where you can look at the old East gate with me.” Myllyof seemed quite proud of his son now as the young prince ran toward him with a wide-eyed look of eagerness. He grabbed his son in a big hug, and they walked through the gate together. The walls of Careath were quite thick and tall. Yvayn ran his right hand along the inside of the gateway feeling the cool touch of stone. There were four doorways within the gate. Each

I said shaking my head, “Gateway? What, gateway? And what union?” “A gateway that passes between the worlds to this one; each world has hidden portals, and each gateway has guardians. The Weston’s are the guardians of the one near here. Not only are they guardians, but they are also our protectors.” She looked me in the eyes when she added, “Rayna, this cannot be repeated...not even to your friends. Do you understand?” I nodded my head slowly. All of what was said seems so unbelievable. “What Union?” I asked again sounding a little choked up. It was now beginning to make sense.

The gateman and the driver were staring at us in bewilderment. 'Adamu, please open the gate.' Mom said as soon as she entered the car. 'Aah Aah. Madam, Abeg take am easy. Make Oga come first.' 'Open the Gate, my friend.' He jumped at the intensity of her voice and he exchanged a brief glance with the driver before he opened the gate. She zoomed off without a backward glance. 'Uthman, wetin happen? Why Madam dey pack comot?'