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

He ignored it and continued driving toward the villa area halfway up the mountain. He heard Nancy mentioning that Mason was living in one of those villas halfway up the mountain, which were the priciest ones around. "Oh no, we're done for!" At the main gate, the security guards went pale in the face as they cried in despair. Some of them hastily notified the property management office. This was Heavensgate Residence, the top gathering place for the wealthy and the noble in the city. If the residents saw someone barging into the area, they would definitely cause a ruckus.

“How?” “How often do people use the other gates in this pack?” “Not often, but I’ve set a rule forbidding them from using the south, east, and west gates at all. Only the main gate.” “Okay, have some people plant wolfsbane on the outer parts of the other gates, cover them up with regular plants and during the next attacks the rogues will either die because they didn’t know the poisonous plants were there, or avoid it... letting you know you’ve got a mole.”

But I was still surprised from time to time with the amount of money he had, because the entrance to the condominium was very reminiscent of a private city, interrupting a road that led to the neighboring city, whose guardhouse with a watchman who hid through an armored glass was wide enough that both entrance and exit gates looked like mere tolls of a highway. Flynn activated the gate with a remote control that fished inside the glove compartment. He had to lean in front of me to pick up and store the object, so he tried to take a long time to get back to his seat, making a point of putting a hand on my thigh to support himself. The touch made me giggle in surprise, and Flynn gave me an inn

I get a feeling she's trying to figure out where exactly we are, or perhaps, memorizing the road. Maybe she's hoping she'll have a chance to run. I feel so sorry for her naivety. She has no idea how secure she'll be when we get to Bloom Bazaar. Not a single second will I let her out of my sight. The tall, imposing gates finally come into view. They're staunch, supported on either side by a large stone pillar which becomes an eight-foot high perimeter surrounding the property that's positioned on a tall hill. On each pillar, a huge, scary griffin stands with their mouths open — and little cameras are hidden in them. As we neared the gates, I slow the car, my nerves short-circuiting all over a

Jack asked curiously. "Dead Zone is the gateway surrounding the Underground like a forcefield. It's inaccessible and heavily guarded by the city's top military-trained combatants, Gatekeepers. No one enters or leaves the Underground without first encountering the Gatekeepers." "If it's inaccessible, how do we get there?" Chris questioned. "You will see." "Hey, Parker?" "Yes, Princess," he replied. "Take exit I3 to 402 SW Washington Boulevard. From there, I will guide you the rest of the way."

Silence enveloped them as they crossed the academy grounds. The core pulsed steadily in Kael's pocket, unaffected by the previous day's suppression attempt. Dungeon Gate 3 was located at the western edge of the grounds, close to the old quarry. It was smaller than Gate 1. The design is for regulated activities instead of extensive reconnaissance, and the hum from the gate felt sharper and more contained. A Foundation team of six in grey was already there, three with instrument cases, two with sealed containment kits, and a supervisor monitoring the gate diagnostics with concentration.

At dusk, we returned to Saint Agnes with Zhao Feng restored, Ava armed, Daniel carrying records, Madam Qiao carrying paper anchors, and Mina tucked safely at the temple under Aunt Lan's guard. The hospital lobby bowed when we entered. Not to me. The gate below the gate made no sound. That was the first wrong thing. Real gates announce themselves. Hinges complain. Locks resist. This one waited open under Saint Agnes like a mouth trained not to breathe. To the seal we had built together. [Hospital Gate outpost active.] [Below access: sealed, unstable.] Ava wiped rain from her eyes. "If this law turns pain into romance, I am burning the filing cabinet."

Avelyn blinked slightly. “That fast?” Tan smiled. “When billion-dollar alliances are forming, speed matters.” Cassian agreed. “Yes.” Just then, Cassian’s phone vibrated again. Another message from Vale. Cassian opened it. His expression changed immediately. Avelyn noticed. “What is it?” Cassian turned the phone toward her. Security footage. Avelyn’s eyes widened slightly. “That’s HarborGate’s construction site.” Tan leaned closer. “What happened?” Cassian zoomed in on the footage.

I just hold up my phone and show him the single-time-use access code that Clyde sent last night, sealed by a black crest: a mountain peak under a silver moon. The guard’s face goes pale. He scans it with his own device, and it chimes as the gate unlocks. He steps back, his eyes full of fear. “Clear passage. Safe travels… Luna Coralina.” The gates swing open. The manor is ten minutes outside the border, nestled in the dark pines that belong to no pack, a neutral zone. It is elegant and formidable, built of dark stone. Above the monumental doors hangs the Nightfall Crest: a mountain peak under a sliver of moon.