The Gatekeeper Novels & Stories

we walked past the foyer into the main house. I turned around to get a renewed view of the door. Suddenly the weird keypad and lock system made sense. "The guard has his post downstairs in the basement, and only you, I, and a few others know he's there. He sees when someone is coming in and opens the gate, and he sometimes answers the doors when there is a guest," "So he was the man speaking the day I got here," I said in realization. "He was. Before he opens the door, he disables the security and puts back the codes once the doors close, in and out."

, Anjali shouted on the gatekeeper . " You will not get it effectively ! " , the watchman expressed and going to lift hand on Anjali when out of nowhere a hand halted him. " How challenge you to lift hand on her ! " , Alex asked with gritted teeth. " Sir ! she isn't passing on that is the reason I needed to ............. " , the gatekeeper stammered . " So what huh ! you will lift hand on a kid . This is crazy . You are terminated ! by tomorrow you can leave . " , Alex shouted .

"It asks." Serena goes very still. "Asks what," she says quietly. "The witness described it as a presence," I say. "Not the Starving Dark. Something older than that. Something that was in the gate before the Starving Dark was sealed behind it." I pause. "He called it the gatekeeper. A consciousness tied to the threshold itself. Ancient. Not hostile but completely without mercy." "What does it ask?" she repeats. "It asks each wolf at the threshold the same question," I say. "Separately. Inside their own mind. So the other wolf can't hear."

the gatekeeper questioned me. From the way he spoke and his body language, it was obvious that he had figured me out already. “I just want to take a stroll, Kyle. Why are you being so difficult?” I raised my voice at the gatekeeper. I used my real voice without knowing. It took me a while to realize I just goofed! “I knew it!” The gatekeeper exclaimed when he heard my voice. “You just called me Kyle. That's not my name,” “I just knew something was fishy about you when you walked in. Who the heck are you and what are you doing here?” He exposed me to the world.

"The Whispering Gate? Why that name?" "Because of the guardian," Justin replied, a low hum of fear in his tone. "It's not just a physical barrier. It's a psychic one. The gate is guarded by a chorus of lost souls, echoes of celestial beings who tried to pass without proper attunement. They whisper promises, fears, forgotten truths. They try to ensnare you, to draw you into their collective. Those who fall, become part of the chorus...part of the graveyard." "Sounds like a party," Ava muttered, a familiar glint returning to her eyes, though her posture remained rigid. "So, how do we RSVP to this exclusive shindig without becoming part of the permanent choir?"

Adrian warned. Soon after Adrian's warning, we were surrounded by heavily suited men and women. "State your business here!" One of the Keepers yelled. Livia stepped forward. "Friendly passing." "Why should we let you pass?" "Because an open door says, come in." "But a shut door says, who are you?" the Chief Gatekeeper responded. "Shadows and ghosts go through shut doors," "If a door is shut and you want it shut, why open it?" "Doors forget, but only doors know what it is. Doors forget." Livia completed.

XAVIER "Sir, there's something at the gate for you." I take my headsets off and turn to the housekeeper who I didn't hear come in. "I'm not expecting anything." "I'm sure you'll want to see this sir, it's important." She looks skittish and it unnerves me because she's usually a rock. "Spit it out, What's at the gate?" "A baby sir." "What? Why would there be a baby at the gate for me?"

Those--- “Did you hear me, ma’am?” his voice boomed, shaking me away from my analytic thoughts back to reality. “Yes, sorry. Heard you loud and clear,” I said with a nervous chuckle. “Just out of curiosity, can I ask why there are so many gates? What or who is being guarded?” Smiling, “I’m in no position to provide such information, Miss Tate.” His smile disappeared as fast as it came, and his face was emotionless. “But, I can tell you one thing, though.”

Maru prostrated like a beggar in front of his god. “The ways are shut once you enter my residence, mortal.” Maru heard a new voice. He could only guess that this was the true gatekeeper of the place. “I want to go home, Immortal Master! Please let me out!” Maru begged again. “Home. Don’t we all?” the gatekeeper muttered in a whisper. “What?” Maru did take a breath or two to process what the Keeper of the Gates meant but before he could further create timely appeal, he felt a sense of weightlessness surround him.

"May your mana serve the Sovereign." Marcus looked at the dark corridor. He thought of Jack, sleeping peacefully in a bed of pink flowers thousands of feet above, completely unaware that his bodyguard was stepping into hell to keep the flowers blooming. Marcus clenched his fist around the token, slipping it back into his pocket. He didn't hesitate. The God of Honor stepped through the blast doors, completely alone, ready to tear the continent's darkest secret apart with his bare hands. The heavy iron gates slammed shut behind him, sealing the Bastion in the dark.