The Newgate Novels & Stories

I repeated, trying to sound calm. “Yes. The password,” he said, his gaze narrowing. “Oh… okay… where do I… put it in?” I asked, glancing around, utterly confused. He gave me that look again… the one that screamed what a crazy lady. “Say it there,” he said, pointing toward a small statue by the side of the gate. I turned to it. A little wolf figure, carved with sharp detail, almost lifelike, was by the gate. “LunarGate_13,” I said confidently.

Elysia remains speechless and is rooted to the spot, listening to footsteps getting farther away and the sound of the parlor door being swung open. Although not everyone in the capital knows the existence of this palace gate, this one is certainly more popular and more useful among the palace staff and servants. Filth, trash, basically all unwanted things are rid off of this inconspicuous, small gate. Some refer to it ‘the small gate’. Others call it ‘the garbage gate’.

It was when he lost the woman he loved. "Everything I told you was true. This is a new type of gate and we just discovered it this week. But what we don't know is where you will be transported. This is the second time this type of gate appeared. The first was four days ago." The hunters started to whisper to each other. "Four days ago! Isn't that the same day the red gate incident happened?" "A lot of people died back then. We were so focused on that red gate that we didn't notice the new type!"

That was a problem. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. Did they tell you anything at all about where you were supposed to meet them?” “No, Seth just called it a gate.” “The Gate?” Naomie repeated. “The Gateway? Oh. That won’t be hard to find. You can see that from miles away from Louis City. But I’ll look up the address on my phone and put it into your navigation system.” “Thanks,” Adam said, wondering how big this Gate was that you could see it from so far away. He had no idea what it might even look like, so how would he know he was seeing it?

Between them stands a pair of black wrought-iron gates, easily twelve feet high, their intricate metalwork as elegant as it is imposing. There is no sign, name or even a freaking mailbox. There’s nothing to suggest anyone lives beyond them. Just walls. High stone walls disappearing into the trees on either side until the forest swallows them whole. The Defender slows to a crawl in front of the gate, I search for a keypad, or an intercom. Maybe a freaking security guard. But there’s nothing, no one but then I hear it. A faint mechanical hum as my eyes center on a discreet camera, almost invisible against the weathered stone, pivoting toward us.

“Wait until yeh see Aeon. He’ll talk yer ears off, that one was not to be crossed in times like this!” Newman huffed, his worried face sliding in and out of sight as broken street lights gleam, providing us a view of the foggy path. The grass was wet and I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose, not liking the idea of changing out my favorite trousers just yet. Newman stopped and whispered under his breath before plunging his hand in the thick vines. He groped in the dark, face focused before the metallic groan reach my ear as he yanked open the gates. “In, now.” His accent was gone as he resumes to his usual drawl. I slipped inside the gates and stared at Newman as he close them back, the metal

The game's physics engine couldn't handle two massive, solid entities occupying the same coordinates. With an ear-splitting screech of tearing code, the Gatekeeper and the Wyvern violently rejected each other. The models glitched wildly, stretching into jagged polygons, before detonating in a massive explosion of raw, uncompiled data that vaporized the entire defensive line and shattered the Summoning Gate entirely. "Gate one is down!" Marcus cheered, raising his sword. "Push to the next hub!" TIME: 12:26 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 6 - THE NEON WARD.

I read it twice. Then I set it down and looked at my brother. "What," he said. "Someone came through the south gate an hour ago," I said. "On foot. No horse, no wagon, no visible travelling companion. The gate guard logged them as a single adult, unknown, requesting temporary residence access under the new governance structure's open-city provisions." I paused. "They gave a name. Calder, the gate guard's description is one adult, grey eyes, mark visible at the collarbone."

Citadel Lower Rings, Market Vault The passkey glimmered behind the trader’s glass, a sliver of tech small enough to fit in a palm, powerful enough to open half the Citadel’s veins. Abigail’s eyes locked on it like it was oxygen. “Now,” she whispered. Samuel muttered something about bad ideas but moved anyway. He slipped a hand beneath his jacket, pulling the trader’s attention with a clink of credits while Abigail slid the case’s latch. The siren wailed.