The Gatekeeper นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?'

Luke snickered and left his office. * * * * * * ** * * * * * ** * * * * * ** * * * * * * Annie finally arrived at the house in the address. It was one of the building she had never thought she would see in physical. The building was tall, the gates were gigantic and magnificent. There was a bold inscribtion on one side of the building "THE SANTIAGO". Annie refused to close her mouth which was wide agape. "I'm sure I don't need to knock, there must be hidden cameras" Annie said to herself. She remained and the gate and started shouting hello. Not quiet long, a young lady, neatly dresses in a white shirt and high waist dark skirt came out.

“What—what is this?” Vale’s jaw tightened. “A manifestation. The Gate is feeding on the bond.” The woman tilted her head. “The Gate remembers its keeper. And it remembers its betrayer.” Her eyes shifted — not to me, but to Vale. I felt his grip falter. “What does she mean?”

His voice was tight, barely restrained. She clutched his arm, eyes wide. “Another realm and a gate. But not like before. It wasn’t just closed, it was angry. Like it was waiting for me.” Edwin’s face turned pale. “The glyph is a Gatekeeper seal,” he whispered. “It’s not just a message. It’s a tether. A mark meant to link the gate to a vessel.” Luca stepped forward, voice rough. “You’re saying they’re trying to tie the gate to the Luna? To make her the anchor?”

The Alpha of Silver Creek, reduced to a beggar at the gate, unable to pay the price of love. Then, a small hand slipped into mine. "Daddy?" I looked down. Sayler. He had slipped back through. He shouldn't have been able to pass—Remy had paid, but the barrier was still semi-permeable until he crossed. "You can't come back in here, baby," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Go with Mommy." "No," Sayler said firmly. He shook his head. "You're lonely." He looked at the Gatekeeper. I CANNOT ACCEPT FROM A CHILD, the entity said. A CHILD HAS NO WORTH.

The gatekeeper is a middle-aged uncle with a face and stiff attitude like a robot, he said: "Madam, you are not allowed to go out right now." I'm not in the mood to ask why, I just want to go to the hospital, but the big gate is not open, I can't go out and there is no other way out besides the big gate in front of me. I can't go out even more angry and impatient: “Why am I not allowed to go out, quickly open the door I have to visit my son. If you don't open it, I'll call the police!"

"This place hates undocumented movement. So we document it wrong." Jack blinked. Katherine stared at her sister as if she had just said something mathematically obscene and useful. Haley grabbed a drifting contract fragment. It sliced her palm. She hissed, then wrote in blood across a closed gate: AUTHORIZED FAMILY NONSENSE ACCESS. The gate flickered. The Prime Analyst snapped its attention toward her. Invalid credential. Haley slapped another fragment onto it. AUTHORIZED BY ABSOLUTELY NOT AUXILIARY STERLING. The gate flickered harder.

My name was Declan Ziegler. I worked as a gatekeeper and security guard at a junior college. I ate, slept, and spent all my time on campus, with hardly a chance to go home and be intimate with my wife. It had been so long without any real release that the strain built up day after day. Late at night, when everything was quiet, it felt as if a restless heat would burn inside me, stirring up inappropriate thoughts that wouldn't settle. The hours for campus security were long, and there was no outlet for the stress. I didn't know how anyone was supposed to put up with it.

We’re laughing when I catch the scent of cigarette smoke. I feel Clint tense up before we both turn and see him standing at the corner of the packhouse. My father. He tosses the cigarette to the ground and begins walking over to us. Clint steps in front of me and snarls. “You shouldn’t be here Aaron.” He ignores Clint and looks directly at me. “So, you’re a Guardian. How long have you known?” “Long enough.” I say. Clint has wrapped his arm behind him, pulling me into his back, blocking my father from me.

They were already shaking. The gate could not hold back that many people, so Master Quint ordered the security guard to open the gate. He went up to Dan and bowed. “Mr. Niners! I’m the chairman of Quintessential Group, Logan Quint. Please don’t joke with us! We would never dare ask you to work here!”