The Newgate Novels & Stories

The road curved dramatically in places, and they found themselves in front of New Castle Storage Solutions. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Beth muttered, forgetting she had an impressionable intern inside of the car. The front of New Castle had been designed to look like an actual castle. Tiny red flags flew at the top of the buttresses, and the gate was open, ready to accept moving trucks of all sizes. The old signs for the festival were still up, cleverly altered by someone with basic knowledge of paint and a cheap wood burning kit. Beth had forgotten all about the place, yet another memory she never had any need for. "I kind of like it," Lily offered, startling Beth out of her rev

Even after we began earning serious money, we kept reinvesting into this place. Adrian pressed his hand against the screen and stepped aside for me. I moved forward and placed my hand on it, letting the system scan my palm. A second later, the screen lit up with a welcome sign. The gate creaked open. We returned to our cars and drove inside as the gate closed securely behind us. It was a top-security gate—if anyone other than us tried to get through, they’d be shot on the spot. We’d probably have to change that now that others were going to be coming here.

He rolled down his window, punched in 4201, and the gate slid open. This was going to be his new home now.

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

I owed them that much. Evelyn studied me carefully, then sighed. “It’s not a bad idea.” Bridgette squeezed my hand before letting go. “It’ll help you understand this place better. And if your friends are here… you’ll know where to look.” I nodded slowly, though my mind still buzzed with doubt “Alright,” I finally said, getting past my hesitation. “Where do we start?” Evelyn stood, smoothing out her dress. “We’ll begin at the Gates. That’s where all new souls arrive.”

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 silence of the Arctic underground was not empty; it was heavy. It pressed against the eardrums like deep water, a suffocating weight that smelled of ozone, ancient dust, and the metallic tang of impending violence. We stood before the Great Gate of Nea-Thule. It wasn't just a door; it was a testament to a civilization that had looked at the laws of physics and laughed. The gate was a massive iris of dark, unknown alloy, embedded into the ice wall like a pupil in a frozen eye. But right now, that eye was staring down the barrel of a very modern, very lethal gun.

“Perimeter north face. Code 7. Passive Breach. Check the sensor data.” The main screen switched from financial projections to a live feed of the main black gate. The night was dark, illuminated only by the expensive, upward-angled floodlights hidden in the landscaping. I leaned closer, expecting a stray animal or perhaps a delivery drone that had lost its way. Then the figure came into focus. A small, dark shape crumpled at the base of the gate, one hand weakly touching the steel. “Zoom in” I ordered.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

"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.