The New Gate Light Novels & Stories

Piece by piece, a dark doorway began to form on the floor before me. And then the mechanical voice rang out cheerfully in my ear: 【Congratulations, player Nina. You’ve earned the affection of all residents of “The Happy Home” and successfully summoned the Gate to the Otherworld. 【The Gate will appear tonight at 11 p.m. Surviving players, bring your families and gather on the first floor to open it. 【Anyone who misses the time will be permanently trapped within this instance.】 The live chat went wild—

“And fix them under the same light.” Down below, Relief West posted tomorrow’s capacity like the weather: Garden can take twenty today—and then, beneath it, just as large: Garden will send grain north on Saturday. “Hook blunt,” Leah murmured. “And net mended,” Ethan said. The city did not rest. Cities don’t. But it lay down on its new scaffolding and let the night test the welds. Somewhere beyond the ridge a different lantern blinked once and went out, and ten minutes later a messenger arrived at Tower 3 with a note stamped in blue:

Kung ganoon ay sana nga para naman kahit papaano ay nakikita ko siya. Nang makuha ko na ang nais ko ay nagdesisyon na akong bumalik na sa station. Ngunit tila hindi ako makagalaw nang makita kung sino ang nasa harap ko ngayon. I was stunned for a moment. I don't know what or how should I react . I don't know what to do. Again, I was stunned. "Still into city lights?" aniya. His voice still sounds the same but it doesn't feel the same anymore. Good thing isn't it?

He took a brief look at it, squinting his eyes a bit before nodding his head. "You can go in" he said, gesturing to the other guy with the bull mastiff to open the gates. The other one nodding in response, walks over to the dashboard on the right gate post and presses the red button on it. A beep sound is heard just before the gate begins to open automatically. Stepping on the gas, I drove in. Looking around, I could still recognize a lot of things here even after five long years.

He couldn’t tell which hurt more. By dawn, he reached the peak. And there it was. A door that wasn’t a door. It hovered in the air—a curtain of light that pulsed like a heartbeat, glowing softly against the black stone. Its surface rippled as though made of living glass, bending the air around it into a perfect, trembling silence. The Echo Gate. Soren’s breath caught. His pulse thundered in his ears. He reached out, trembling, but before his fingers could touch the light, the air fractured—splintering like a mirror under too much pressure.

Lexa tried not to blush but it was difficult when he looked at her with his toxic emerald eyes. "Can we just go?" "That means you're not mad anymore?" "You make it difficult for me to ever stay mad at you!" He held her waist and pecked her. "You know I love you, right?" "You make me doubt it sometimes." Elliot was about to say something when something else got his tongue. Lexa noticed he froze and turned to what he was looking at. It was THE GATE. It was an abandoned golden gate with seaweeds covering most of it and brown moss aided the seaweeds in doing so. The gate stood tall and the gaps between the poles was enough for a child suffering from muscle atrophy to fit in.

“Come.” *** We passed men working at the entrance to the property. The gate was destroyed, the rubble of it lying all over the road and driveway. “They promised to have a new gate installed by tomorrow, Nico.” Sal said, turning around in his seat. Nico grunted something non-committal.

Goma Island. It loomed out of the mist, a jagged silhouette of black rock and ancient forest. As we drew closer, the massive Southern Gate became visible. It was a marvel of engineering—a towering wall of reinforced composite alloy that had stood shut for nearly a decade. Seeing it now, with its two halves parted like a giant's wound, felt wrong. It felt like a trap waiting to be sprung. "All units, stay sharp," I said into my comms, my voice steady despite the roar of blood in my ears. "We don't know who or what opened that gate. Do not engage unless fired upon, but keep your fingers on the triggers."

I hear the engine start up in his car and the screech of his tires as he pulls away from my apartment. “Faye, speak to me.” “I’m still here.” “Keep talking, tell me what you see.” I can tell he is on speaker phone because he sounds oddly distant. “I am standing right near the ticket booth. There are people near the entrance, three men and a woman. The light above me is steady, but the one to the left, right above the gate, has begun to flicker. It almost has a rhythm. Ba, da, ba, da, ba…Ba, da, ba, da, ba…”

She was dumb to think they connected. A rapid knock on her door brought bck her attention,she wonderedw ho could be knocking, she wasn’t expecting anybody and this apartmnet was usually her hideout. She stopped cleaning the stuffs on her face and she walked to the door, she looked through the hole and she saw Jordan fidgeting around. He was standing there and he was looking kind of uncomfortable. Maybe she should have just pretended she wasn’t around but the lights would give her out. She watched him fiddle with his own hands.