The Newgate Novels & Stories

“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."

Not Kael. Not Draven. Something new. Something awake. And the Gate— opened again.

Soon enough, it was gone from my sight and I was left with nothing but a sigh of relief running out of my mouth, reaching for my beeping phone at the same time. “There's a back gate. Only I pass through it. The gateman does not know who goes in and out of it. I'm sure you can use that gate. I'll be waiting there for you.” “Where is the gate?” “Look around you, Miss Isabella—” Jenny explained. “There's a roof above the gate. It's built for decoration. Have you found it?” “One moment—” I turned around to see I had been right next to the gate all this while. “Found it. Are you there?”

The drive back to the Crescent Moon pack was riddled with fear and anticipation of the unknown, I did not know what to expect at all. I hadn’t been anywhere close to home in 6 good years and it was not like I left on good terms either. I drove up the main north gate, a large wrought iron giant with a domineering look and the insignia of a scythe engraved at the top and a warning clearly emblazoned on it – PRIVATE PROPERTY, KEEP OFF! My hands clutched the steering wheel tighter and I took a deep breath and then honked at the gate. The giant gate clanked and then yawned open and I drove in.

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.