The New Gate Light Novels & Stories

“Should we go inside?” “Yes,” Isadora said. They turned back toward the house. The guards followed. When they reached the garden door, another detail waited. A new lock. Small. Polished. Installed on the inner gate separating the garden from the west corridor. Isadora stopped in front of it. The guard stepped forward and unlocked it smoothly. “New security measure,” he said. “For your safety.” Isadora looked at him. “For whose safety?” she asked. He did not answer. They passed through.

Its intelligent sensors could detect the approach of vehicles, pedestrians, or any potential intruders, responding with swift precision to ensure the utmost security. The gate was normally open around the time that Rose had gotten home, but tonight it appeared to be closed on purpose, a purposeful change from that position. Rose was awestruck by the grandeur and menacing air that came from this towering structure as she stood in front of it. The fact that the gate was so securely closed not only added to the sense of misery, but it also heightened the anxiety she was already feeling.

We halted, shielding our eyes from the overwhelming glow. As the light gradually dimmed, we opened our eyes to an astonishing sight. Before us stood a colossal gate, shimmering with an otherworldly light. Engraved upon it were symbols that seemed ancient and familiar, yet utterly foreign. Our gaze was drawn to a particularly prominent symbol at the gate's center – a symbol that mirrored the one found in the prophecy. It pulsed with an eerie light, casting long shadows that danced around us. Suddenly, the gate began to tremble, the symbol glowing brighter. An indescribable force pulled us towards it, the very air around us seeming to hum with energy. The ground beneath us shook, and a deafeni

When the final card, 'The Lovers', was set down, the entire hall exploded in a blinding white light. [System Notification: The Gate of Salvation has opened.] [You must pass through the Gate of Salvation before midnight.] [We wish you a pleasant game.] When the white light faded, three ornate doors stood in the hall. Sarah stood before the first door. Her Fear Value read 89%. Mark stood before the second. His Fear Value read 92%. The third door... was mine. My door was the most magnificent, made of white marble and gold, with four exquisite heart-shaped locks on it.

From my vantage point, I can see the entire clearing, my eyes scanning for any sign of movement. For a few minutes, the house remains eerily quiet. Then, I spot them. A group of men, their figures silhouetted against the dim light, are approaching the gate. They knock on the weathered wood, their voices muffled by the distance. The gate creaks open, revealing a glimpse of the interior. After a brief exchange, the men are ushered inside. The gate swings shut, leaving the house shrouded in mystery. "There are probably a lot of guards inside," I mind-link to Joshua and Drake. "We need to be careful. And watch out for smoke bombs. Don't inhale the air."

He was pleased to notice the speaker system had been fixed as well. Vance began explaining the new additions to the gate, "Alpha, with your permission and with our last traumatic experience with the members from the Moonlight Pack we decided our front gate needed some work. If you look to the right and left of the gate there are spotlights, mainly there for caution but this adds what one can call 'light discipline' to make it harder for intruders to see past the gate at night time." When Vance paused Samson continued, "We have a stricter procedure for patrols where everyone is involved. Everyone will have a time that they are surveying the lands and someone is always stationed now at the fro

"Understood agent, I'll disable the lights on the floor for twenty minutes and send false alerts to security that a disturbance has occurred on the fifty first floor." Carmen smiled again; this was going to be fun. Amelia had her own little personality which made her forget for a moment that she was only an AI. After a minute or so the lights flickered out and she put on her night vision glasses. She turned the corner and watched the guards who were looking around trying to figure out what had happened. She heard one trooper call security, but he quickly ended the call. He told the other soldiers that security was down and the lines were jammed.

Hia efforts were to no avail when he saw that the gates healed itself after each dent given. The empty whispers were once again heard roaming around the scene. John at this moment raged and forcefully punched the gate with all possible energy he could gather and with an aggressive yell. As he saw, a bright light it was, a bright light that was seen after the gate. It wasn't a steady one although, it seemed like an unstable energy as it moved in various directions. The gate that was broken lost its balance and got swallowed into the light. John, who had his left arm over his eyes to prevent the littlest fraction of light from blinding him, dropped his hand as he walked closer towards the gate

It didn’t matter. Right now, the important thing was what had just happened tonight. Everything was moving in the direction I wanted. The car finally slowed down, and I looked ahead as we approached my gate. But before the driver could even honk for the gate man to open it, something immediately caught my attention. Something was different. I sat up slightly. Flashing lights. Blue and red. My brows pulled together in confusion. The gate was already open, so the driver just drove in without stopping. The lights became clearer as we moved closer.

she said into the intercom, her voice perfectly cold, detached, and authoritative. ​The yellow lasers stopped. For three agonizing seconds, the gatehouse's automated systems processed the encrypted code against the Inner Council’s central ledger. ​Suddenly, the flashing yellow lights turned a solid, welcoming green. ​“CREDENTIALS VERIFIED. WELCOME BACK, KANE GROUP PROXY. PROCEED TO SECURITY BAY 4 FOR MANUAL VERIFICATION AND RECLAMATION STAMPING.” ​The massive, three-ton titanium pressure gate groaned upward, releasing a cloud of warm, clean air that smelled of ozone and expensive synthetic perfume—a stark contrast to the wet rust and salt of the lowlands.