The New Gate Light Novels & Stories

I said, though her words sparked a flicker of unease in my chest. ​As the Iron City loomed on the horizon, the unease turned into cold, hard logic. The Hub was not as I had left it. The great iron gates were standing wide open, but they had not been forced. They were decorated. Long streamers of scavenged fabric and woven ivy hung from the battlements. Large, crude symbols had been painted in white ash across the primary bulkheads. ​“Is that… a shrine?” Thorne asked, standing up and squinting at the gatehouse.

"The front door is misdirection. Primary threat is at the rear. Single male. Logan Hayes has eyes on him now." "Officers are turning into your road." Hargrove's voice was clipped, operational. "Thirty seconds. Tell Hayes to hold position and not engage until we're on the gate." "Logan." Lewis switched calls. "Hold. Thirty seconds." A pause. "Holding," Logan said. "He's trying the latch." The gate was locked. New lock, installed after the first photograph, rated for forced entry. It would hold thirty seconds. Maybe less if he was determined.

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.