The New Gate Novels & Stories

It was a scar on the face of the dead world, but a scar that was healing, turning into something new. The main gate of Birkin Shelter was a formidable structure, a reinforced wall of shipping containers and scrap metal, topped with barbed wire and punctuated by two guarded watchtowers. As the blue sedan approached, a figure waved from the left tower, and the heavy, makeshift gate, mounted on shrieking metal rollers, began to grind open just wide enough for the vehicle to pass through.

Who's the new guy? "His name is Elijah. I'm going to go see what this new resistance is about. Other than the unknown I don't think this is going to be anything special." "Well, you know these things better than I do. Open the gate!" The guard shouted. The large gate opened up and the group along with the two uništi walked in. The inside of the city was huge. The roads were paved, and the buildings inside were mostly made out of wood. There were shops and other people walking around. There were occasional stares and points at the uništi.

He said and they quickly went down the stairs to Emilio's car. With as much speed as he could afford to drive with, without drawing g too much attention, Emilio drove u til they reached The Gate. The Gate was a gate, but it was not just any ordinary gate, even though it seemed like one to people who didn't know. The Gate was the only gateway to the human realm and back. It was located at the very edge of their borders and they were lucky enough that their pack was close to it. Getting through the gate would bring you to a very similar gate at the other side, but in the human realm. Only a selected few knew about this, so people wouldn't keep coming and going and end up putting the werewolf r

I followed Claire down the central corridor, past a glass-walled conference room where three people sat around a table covered in documents, past a row of closed doors with no nameplates, past a wall of windows that looked out over the city at an angle that made everything below look small and very far away. I had read about this building. I had studied this man's professional history across fourteen pages of notes written at two in the morning. But walking through the space where he actually operated was different. Everything up here had been chosen. Every surface, every place, every degree of silence. At the end of the corridor Claire stopped in front of a door that looked identical to eve

“Time to meet the source.” Mira let out a breath. “Let’s make sure no one else ever needs to.” Kye held my hand. “Together?” “Always.” As we stepped toward the gate, the air grew thick. Heavy. The Gate That Never Closed opened and we walked through. But into the place beneath remembering. Where the world had first broken. And maybe, just maybe, could begin again.

And then, amidst the chaos, they stumbled upon it—the back gate, a hidden escape route concealed by vines and bushes until only recently cleared. "They have a back gate," one of Sangre's men exclaimed, the surprise evident in his voice. Few knew of its existence, a secret sanctuary only revealed to those who dared to uncover its secrets. The realization hung in the air like an unspoken truth, each heartbeat resonating with a mix of trepidation and relief.

I nod my head in response and look straight, feeling the plane taking off slowly from the ground. We were finally leaving this place behind. I took this chance and look out of the window, admiring the beauty of my hometown. “Goodbye,” I say softly, placing my palm on the window and feel a tear roll down my cheeks. Mom grasps my hand and says, “Don’t worry. You will make many friends in New York. Don’t think about what happened anymore okay?” I gave her a sad smile and look away. Never look back at this place again and move on. This will be my new beginning. I repeat this in my head a hundred times before I drift off to sleep wondering what my future will be like...

The Silver Spire was no longer just a marvel of chrome and white glass; it had become a living, breathing canvas for the Sovereign of Grace. Three weeks had passed since Jack and Marcus had fallen through the American Door. In that time, the very atmosphere of Neo-Pangaea had fundamentally changed. The sterile, industrial hum of the upper rings was now softened by the constant, fragrant drift of glowing Pink Blossoms.

He must exit via the gate to the human realm. Before him are four gates: human, supernatural, gods, and hell. Colton must choose the correct gate. I see him pause and look . Gate One has roses without thorns perfect in every way. I hear his thoughts. ‘Too perfect, my world has both beauty and pain.’ I smile. Gate two is covered in purple and gold roses with thorns. ‘Magical like the supernatural realm.’ Again I smile. Third gate burns but red roses covering it don’t. ‘Maybe but I should look at the fourth to be sure.’

Just the arrogance of excess money, confidently invisible. Junior shifted beside Nevena, blinking up at the seamless structure. It held the kind of intimidation that wraps itself around one's lungs. “This is…the gate?” Nevena said under her breath. Junior whistled. “This is definitely where Skynet lives.” Nevena chuckled. “Yeah—the gate alone looks like it cost more than New Mexico itself,” “Excessive at its peak.” Junior agreed, staring at his reflection on the obsidian surface. “Miss Nevena! How do we get in?”