The New Gate Light Novels & Stories

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.

The gate split. Golden light poured through the crack like sunrise forced into a grave. For one breath, no one moved. Not the villagers huddled along the old throne road. Not Ben with Wren half-hidden behind his coat. Not Cassian, bleeding against the stone wall with his silver eyes fixed on the breaking gate. Not me. The light should have been warm. It was not. It bled through the seams of the mourning gate in thin, sharp lines, cutting across the black stone road, across the floating blue-white soul lights, across the faces of the people we had just saved.

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?'

The light here was different—filtered, muted, like moving through water. Then the path ended, and I saw it. The old gate. Iron bars, rusted at the joints, rising to a pointed arch. Beyond it, the grounds sloped downward toward a stone wall and, past that, the road. The gate itself was wrapped in a heavy chain, but beside it, set into a wooden post, was a digital access panel. Small. Unobtrusive. A red light blinked in the corner, steady as a heartbeat. I touched the iron. Cold. Rough beneath my fingers.

That was a problem. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. Did they tell you anything at all about where you were supposed to meet them?” “No, Seth just called it a gate.” “The Gate?” Naomie repeated. “The Gateway? Oh. That won’t be hard to find. You can see that from miles away from Louis City. But I’ll look up the address on my phone and put it into your navigation system.” “Thanks,” Adam said, wondering how big this Gate was that you could see it from so far away. He had no idea what it might even look like, so how would he know he was seeing it?

"The third gate." Gabriel rushed toward the navigation screen. Aria followed. "What happened?" He checked the coordinates. "We're too late." "Too late for what?" "The Third Gate." Lorenzo stood. "Explain." Gabriel pointed at the screen. "We're supposed to arrive in New York in three hours." "And?" "The gate activated twenty minutes ago." Silence filled the aircraft. Aria stared at the screen. "Who activated it?" Gabriel's face was grim. "I don't know."

I repeated, trying to sound calm. “Yes. The password,” he said, his gaze narrowing. “Oh… okay… where do I… put it in?” I asked, glancing around, utterly confused. He gave me that look again… the one that screamed what a crazy lady. “Say it there,” he said, pointing toward a small statue by the side of the gate. I turned to it. A little wolf figure, carved with sharp detail, almost lifelike, was by the gate. “LunarGate_13,” I said confidently.

There is no house, but there's a white iron proof gate with an alarm button and a code switch. I turn to Rory who is almost already absent and unconscious. "There's no house here, Mr Gate, only a white gate." I carefully explain to him, fearing that I might have gotten the location wrong and that we might be at the wrong location. "It's an underground house." He slowly replies and blood pours out of his mouth. His eyes still close "75598002, that's the code. I get down and hurry to the code switch on the gate and press the number and after the last digit, it opens on its own accord. I come back into the car and hastily drive-in.

Behind him, through an archway leading toward the garrison's lower levels, a faint, familiar pulsing light had already begun to emanate — the same rhythm we'd seen in the dead circle at the pass, closer now, and considerably more urgent. The gate, it seemed, was closer to finished than any of Bryn's estimates had suggested.