The New Gate Light Novels & Stories

Five metres in front of him was a very bright light, which radiated all over the gate. He held my katana in his right hand and shielded his eyes with the other hand. The intensity of the light was so bright that he had to turn his head away to his right side. “Bring it,” a booming voice from the light ordered him. It was apparent nobody else could see the light, as the gate opened and a blue saloon car drove into the compound. The driver opened the back door to ‘release’ three noisy children into the second apartment beside Tarami’s, which was bigger than hers.

It had always been about who held the bare hand in the dark when the lights finally went out. "I know," Elias said softly. He drove his thumb down against the brass lever. The toggle didn't click with a loud sound; it gave a tiny, metallic *snap* that was instantly swallowed by the roar of the trucks at the gate. On Damien’s knee, the gray screen of the phone didn't flare green or show a progress bar. It simply went completely dark, a single, black block of glass that didn't reflect the searchlights anymore. Across the channel, at the very top of the old grain elevator, a single, tiny white beacon light began to pulse—one, two, three times—a slow, rhythmic blink that cut through the salt fog

Finally, bright lights up ahead glistened through the vast and heavy forest. It was a mansion shaped by the bright yellow lights, peeked beyond the 12-foot gate. The concrete perimeter gate was emphasized with equally spaced lamps. Our car stopped at a wide entrance gate and there was no one guarding them. Collins rolled down his window and spoke to a speaker box installed on the left side column. “This is Collins. I have here Luke Mason.” Collins spoke to the intercom.

he responded to me as he returned his attention to his Nintendo game console. The car stopped and pulled over at a stunning white mansion. It was so beautiful. Nothing like I'd ever seen before in the city of New York. Edward must have just newly acquired this place. It seemed like he was just moving in too. The mansion had big see through gates circled all over it. The design of the gate was very rare and the color was mixed with shiny silver stones like rubies. The gate required a code and had a security camera right outside it. One of the body guards typed it in and the gates flew open, revealing a beautiful garden. The garden was well nourished and filled with different colors of roses t

He smiled, slow and cold. “That’s hers.” Serena The coordinates led to a place that shouldn’t exist. Underground. No signposts. Just a tunnel in the woods, half-swallowed by moss and age. A gate waited at the end. Steel. Reinforced. New. A keypad blinked beside it. I pressed my palm to the scanner. The red light turned green. It shouldn’t have worked. But he was expecting me. The gate opened with a groan. Beyond: a hallway lit by flickering bulbs. A single camera above the door. Watching.

The speakers took a long time to turn back on. The speaker replied, “We will be with you in a moment; please step aside from the gates while we open them.” Before the gates began to open automatically, there was a tiny beep. Judy entered the compound by taking a step forward. Small plates on either side of the road were fitted with light bulbs that lighted up the roadway with a yellow burst of light, illuminating the way leading to the mansion's entrance. The gardens were difficult to see because of the dim light that accompanied nightfall.

Markos says, his voice tight. "What is it?" "The lights." I look forward. The floodlights that usually bathe the perimeter wall in white glare are out. The compound is a black void against the sky. "Cut the headlights," Drakon orders, drawing his gun. Markos kills the lights. We roll forward in the dark. We round the final bend. "Stop," Drakon says. Markos slams on the brakes. We stare at the entrance. The massive steel gates—the ones that are supposed to be locked, guarded by two men with assault rifles—are standing wide open.

This was no ordinary portal; it was a gateway fortified by the latest security measures. At first glance, it appeared seamless—a sleek surface devoid of handles or keyholes. Yet, at Landon's approach, the door seemed to awaken. A soft beep resonated a signal that triggered a response from the electronic guardian. The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath.

The gate has its vigorous railings that are painted with brown, has an ivy organized like a downfall leaves that has been plastered onto the wall in the sides, and there were lanterns that Justin knew shimmers at night, with its faint glow that makes the road shines with yellow light. Jane fumbled for her card, the one she uses to enter the mansion with the scanner in the front gate that is secured with a fingerprint system. Justin observed how Jane put her right thumb in the scanner and the card in the other one. The gate clunked, and Justin took a step back out of his shock. The gate skidded in the pathway with a loud noise, and opened like a machine is operating with it. Justin observed t

"You always were a terrible pilot when it came to ground maneuvers, Nomo. On three." Together, they threw their weight against the mechanism. The sound was deafening, a shriek of tortured metal that seemed to announce their departure to the entire sleeping Capital. The Great West Gate, which had been sealed since the first vampire purges a century ago, shuddered and began to swing outward. A wall of light hit them. It wasn't the searing, artificial silver of the Mirror Palace or the toxic violet of a resonance flare. It was gold—soft, warm, and impossibly deep.