The Gatehouse Book Novels & Stories

He probably didn't even know that Agatha was standing there. Agatha frustratedly sighed and decided to just see Christine first. Luckily, the smaller side gate did not automatically close, seemingly inviting her to trespass. Since this was the case, with nervous steps she crossed the distance but stopped just before the man-size entrance. The red paint of the iron gate made her hesitate somewhat. To her, it looked like something created to remind people that what lies beyond was a place reserved only for the wealthy. And Christine is someone living beyond this gate. 'Now that I think about it, this gate looks like a tall monster warning people to stay away. But in reality, the male owner ove

] Within two seconds, when I tried to send another message, I realized she had blocked me. I was speechless. I was about to message my friend and complain when a knock came from the door. Thinking my food had arrived, I put on my slippers and ran over to open the door. The moment I opened it, a huge bouquet was shoved right in front of my face. Before I could react, I heard a chorus of voices. "This place is amazing. The location and the environment too. The only downside is that it feels a little empty." "Good thing I suggested buying some flowers to decorate. Look, didn't we make the right choice to buy them?"

The moment I saw Lucian Vale at the feast, painful memories dragged me back. That night, people screamed and fled through the streets. Drakefire Keep had fallen into fire, chaos, and despair. To save himself, Lucian rescued Liora first. Then he ordered the heavy iron gates shut. Before the gates closed, I saw him holding Liora in his arms, comforting her gently. He never even looked at me. I was six months pregnant, dragged away by enemy soldiers outside the gate.

The gravel crunched loudly beneath Vivian’s boots as she walked half a step behind Alexander, the cold air biting through her black turtleneck. The western gatehouse was a small, stone-walled cottage originally built for the estate’s head gamekeepers in the previous century. Now, it served as a high-security holding unit, its windows reinforced with ballistic glass and its perimeter monitored by hidden security nodes. Thomas opened the heavy oak door, stepping aside as Alexander and Vivian entered the small, low-ceilinged living room. Valerie was pacing the floorboards like a trapped animal. Her silk trench coat was thrown over a chair, and her face was flushed with a violent, petulant rage.

I was the bridge, and the bridge was starting to crack under the weight of their egos. “We have reached the first station,” Hala said, pointing ahead. Through the thinning mist, a massive structure began to loom. It wasn't a tower or a palace. It was a gate—a colossal archway made of black obsidian and white bone, reaching five hundred feet into the grey sky. It was carved with the images of a thousand wolves, all of them kneeling before a central figure who had no face. The Gate of the First Abandonment. At the base of the gate, a figure was waiting.

At our werewolf academy's graduation party, someone asked the most popular girl in our class what the best decision she'd made in the past few years was. She stole a shy, coy glance at the man on the sofa, then pointed at me with open contempt. "Obviously, turning away some pathetic wretch when she came kneeling at our pack's gates, begging for help. "If that hadn't made her disappear without a word, how else would the Alpha have promised to make me his future Luna?" Everyone burst into laughter, their eyes full of scorn as they looked at me. "A lowborn Omega had the nerve to set her sights on becoming Luna? Her pack deserved to be wiped out!" Only the man whose very presence commanded autho

I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down. The sound of a door creaking catches my attention, and at the same time, there is Garrett who moves back. I suddenly see the supposed shelf folding together as the creaking sound continues. Eventually, the shelf of books has been put aside to reveal a sort of door which had a polished color. I was amazed by the quality of the door which has a lot of inscriptions on it, making me wonder how much work was put into it to make it work. “There goes the second barrier. I have no idea how to crack the code and that is where you come in,” Garrett catches my attention with

It came from them all, every adult and child, like a high pitched frequency that resonated in the depths of Sally’s own soul. The Gate had opened. Matthew McCavendish’s greatest fear had come to pass. The Gate had opened between this world and the worlds beyond, the worlds he had written of in his journal. The Gate was supposed to free the souls that passed through it from the prison of Creation. That’s what Matthew had written in his journal. But the Gate wasn’t opening in the worlds beyond, it was opening in this one, and the souls that passed through it had to run a very deadly gauntlet first.

She is slowly becoming the mother I never had. I finished early with Lady Viviane, and I want to enjoy an evening stroll before I reach home. My stroll takes me by the main gate of the palace. The main gate is truly a majestic work of art. It is adorned with gold and shines brightly under the evening sun. The gate was also peaceful. I expect to feel the same peace as I walk by but a loud noise startles me. I look towards the gate and am surprised to see the guards forcefully toss a man out of the palace.

I ordered it, and it was clear that the curse within me had something to do with all the women around me dying suddenly, but I wasn't going to let that happen again. I started walking towards the door and Hilary called out to me. “Do you need me to come with you?” He asked but I gave him no response because that was certainly a stupid question, I have never needed anyone to fight my battle for me and it was definitely not starting today. Walking outside, the entire pack house was in chaos, there were so many men, so many that I couldn't fathom. I wasn't surprised at their size. I was surprised at the fact that they were able to infiltrate the gate. My men were specially trained to be able to