The Gatehouse Book Novels & Stories

Walked out on him without any words, just like he wasn't there. Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown Empty whispers were heard behind John in a new scene which reinstated his surroundings. Around him was a red environment, red clouds, a vast empty land and the presence of dead people with blood spilling from one or more parts of their bodies. He was stripped of his clothing and only had trousers ripped to shreds on. Sweat dripping from his body, his eyes letting tears out. As it was seen, before him was a gate. A colossal gate which kissed the clouds and ran across it. It was an old yet living gate. This could be told by its rusting par

Lyra called out, looking back over her shoulder as they hit the rising incline of the city’s defensive ditch. "Keep moving!" Natalia urged, her chest burning, her limbs heavy from the freezing river water. Ahead of them, the Southern Gatehouse of Oakhaven loomed out of the dark like a sleeping leviathan. Forty feet of solid, ancient granite, reinforced by massive buttresses of alchemical iron. The great timber doors were shut tight, bolted from the inside with three-inch bars of cold-rolled steel. Atop the battlements, the torches of Marcus’s silver-clad militia flickered in the wind, a long line of bows and pikes pointed down at the darkness.

Already off balance from the earlier exchange, he stumbled backward and fell. Supervivente took advantage of the distraction caused by Luz’s team and moved to stand before the massive wooden gate, its weathered planks bound by thick iron bands blackened with age. The door towered above him, easily three times his height, a barrier built to withstand siege engines and battering rams. For a moment, the battlefield around him seemed distant. The sounds of clashing steel and shouted orders faded as he stepped forward. His worn clothes stirred in the wind as he pressed his palms against the gate. Nothing happened at first. Then a faint flow appeared beneath his fingers. Lines of pale blue light s

The Return to the "Gilded Cage" They reached the gates of the Hawke Estate by midday. The "Iron Silence" here was heavy, weighted with the "Tension" of decades. The massive wrought-iron gates, once powered by a "Zero-Point" security grid, were now rusted open, choked by wild hawthorn and "Independent" ivy.

It appeared that Count David had grown tired of gazing at my disdainful expression; at last, he uttered, "Unbolt the gate and extend a warm greeting to our visitor." At his command, the soldiers standing behind him swiftly sprang into action. A mystical incantation echoed through the air, and the resounding clocks and clatters of the metal gate reverberated around us. The seemingly fragile city gate, when viewed from the outside, revealed itself to be over a meter thick. The gate was a curious blend of natural wood and enchanted steel, with only the initial few inches crafted from the former and the remainder fortified with the latter. [Reinforced Metal II]

The world spun. She hit stone—hard, unyielding. Her shoulder screamed in pain. The ruin they’d once seen from afar now loomed around them, jagged arches rising like ribs of a dead god. Between them pulsed the glow: a gate, vast and veiled, its light crimson, its surface trembling like the skin of a heartbeat. The Gate of Ashes. But the Tribunal had no intention of letting them reach it unscathed.

Two guards were at the either side of the huge carved door almost reaching its ceiling. Ryan removed the black glass from his eyes and put it back in its previous place. He then extended his hand towards Maze dragging her out of her reverie. Maze smiled nervously as she allowed him to hold her hand and then they both entered through the door that was opened by the gatekeepers. As they stepped inside, Maze hitched in her breath. She exhaled audibly, her eyes widened at the sight of such a huge collection of books. The exterior was completely made of wood. No touch of cement was there, at least not visible to the bare eyes.

"I say that ALL THEATRES must be shut down! All idle time must be FORBIDDEN! Return to your houses of worship!” It reminded Caitlin of the people who preached from street corners in New York City. In some ways, nothing had changed. They came to another gateway, right in the middle of the street, with a sign that read “Temple Barre, City Gate.” Caitlin was amazed that cities actually had gates. The large, imposing gate was open, for people to pass right through, and Caitlin wondered if they closed it at night. On either side stood more guards.

Chapter 53 – The House That Waited The safehouse sat on the edge of the city, tucked behind rows of warehouses that looked like nothing but steel skeletons and dust. From the outside, it wasn’t anything worth noticing—a faded brick building with boarded-up windows, an old padlock on the front gate, weeds curling through cracks in the asphalt. To a stranger, it looked abandoned. But as Edward slid his black car into the narrow alley and pressed a hidden button on his key fob, the iron gate clicked open with a quiet snap.

How dare she just wander around like she owned the place? Okay, big fat reality check. I really needed to get a grip on my animosity. It wasn't like the Gate was under some kind of lock and key or anything. It stood there, a massive doorway of carved wood and iron bracers, humming softly with Sidhe magic. I held back as Trill examined it, felt Liam join me, the touch of his hand on the back of my neck making me shiver. "It's a Gate," he said, speaking to Trill who turned and nodded.