The Gatekeeper Novels & Stories

“What kind of places?” “Different every time,” I said. “But last night… I saw one made entirely of crystal. It looked alive. There was a heart—beating inside the structure. And when I touched it, I heard a name.” “What name?” “Velaris.” Aaron’s expression changed instantly. “Velaris?” Edward’s eyes narrowed. “You know it?” Aaron hesitated, rubbing the scar along his jaw. “It’s not a place. It’s a person—or at least it was. Velaris was the first Guardian of the Gate. The one who created it.”

When I finally become Aplha in less than a week, I would make sure that everyone around me is happy. I continued my pondering the garden while the cool evening breeze trickled against my skin. After a few minutes, I heard a sound that came from the back entrance of the house. I bent low, and hid behind behind some shrubs, to avoid getting spotted by a guard, or someone else. I peeked through the openings and found out that it was Billy who had just returned from his mission. We have been waiting for him for hours... At least he was here now. He proceeded to the statue, so he could move it and gain access to the entrance. "You're late!" I said abruptly as I stepped out from behind the shrub,

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.

The sheer cacophony of smells that bombards my nose is sickening. The two guards flanking me are humans, wearing smug expressions and carrying cattle prods like they’re some kind of medieval wardens. They don’t say much, just the occasional grunt or barked command to keep me moving. The electric collar around my neck buzzing faintly is a constant reminder of my own stupidity. Every step I take feels heavier than the last, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me falter.

The suv pulled into a driveway that had a large wooden gate. She watched as the driver rolled his window down and a security guard walked up to the window. The driver handed him the proper documentation. The security handed it back, went back into the small white booth it was sitting in. There was a loud beep and the large wooden doors slowly moved open. The drove inside and Elayna’s breath was taken away at the lush green beauty hidden inside.

some guards who stood around greeted her as she walked past. "James... James... James" opening her car door but stood one foot out of the car as the other was in already... she screamed out to the gatekeeper as he wasn't seen in his duty post. There was no reply from him as she ponders where he might have gone to.. she turned around to ask one of Edwards guards as she was disrupted by the gatekeeper voice... "Yes ma'am..." the gatekeeper came running, panting heavily "Where were you?" she asked scornfully

I had Miller. Miller was Marcus’s head of perimeter security. A man with a very expensive gambling debt and a very short memory when it came to loyalty. Besides he was sick of Marcus bloody art. We pulled up to the gates of the psycho fortress. The black iron bars looked imposing, the jammers humming a low frequency that should have made our electronics go haywire. But as we approached, the red light on the keypad turned a soft, mocking green. The gates groaned open. "Clean and quiet, boys," I said into the radio. "Anyone who isn't wearing our patch is a target. But don't touch the girl. She belongs to me."

The book was a solid block against my ribs, tucked inside my jacket. The facility was a fortress of concrete and chain-link, crowned with coils of razor wire. A tired-looking man in a small glass booth took the note I passed through the slot. He didn't look at me, just at the paper, then at a monitor, before pressing a button that buzzed the gate open. He pointed a finger down a long row of identical garage doors. "Unit 73."

Lena panted trying to catch her breath. Abandon all hope all that enter here appeared in bold red letter above the persons head. “That I cannot do.” Said the person. After catching her breath Lena looked to see the person she was standing in front of was the Gate guardian of the Doom Giver sword. “You’re the Gate Guardian.” Said Lena “That I am.” Said the guardian. “Then I challenge you for the Doom giver sword.” Said Lena raising up her rapier. “No.” said the guardian. “what do you mean no!” exclaimed Lena.

Chapter 92 Michael's POV "Please don't kill me. I swear, I know nothing of what happened five years ago." The gatekeeper said fearfully, and one could detect that something about the way he acted was linked to the past. Had he been threatened by Ambrose? I needed to ask him what connections Mrs. Cooke had with the past. Everything was too difficult for me to understand. After many promises to send him and his crippled child abroad as a way to save him from Ambrose's threats, I could see the gatekeeper's walls breaking, his determination to hide the truth beginning to waver, as he began to weep.