Through The Gates Of Splendor Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

No movement in the grass. The only noises broke from their own progression and the quiet melody of flame, seed, and the inward movement of the path. At midday, they came to something they had not seen before. A gate. No walls surrounded it as it lifted from the ash. It was simply a broad stone arch, reaching up as high as a tree, with the same spirals as the one on Renak’s stone. “This is it,” Arden said. “The Gates of Ash.” Lucian walked up and reached into his pouch for the spiral stone. The stone’s light grew soft in his hand, while it started to make a low, steady sound. The gate pulsed in answer.

My wolf began to stir terribly in my head, while my heart raced wildly, hammering against my chest, my thoughts jumbled together as one of the guards began to chant incantation, my head swelling, and goosebumps enveloping me. "Pit'chu Sha'arei HaGedolim! Pit'chu Sha'arei HaGedolim! (Open up, you grand door!)" He set about chanting, afterwards, for a while, before the gate began to move, opening as slowly, and grand as it would.

The King and Queen followed their General and Wynbalar out into the courtyard just in time to see a group of horses gallop towards the palace gates. "Keep those gates closed!" yelled the King. As the horses neared the gate, a couple of Elven warriors leaped to defend the gates, barely making it in time. No one was ready for what happened next. From the approaching horses, each of the riders raised one of their hands which glowed with the same light Lorcan and Niamh had seen at the Emenasari Temple. Suddenly, the grass which grew by the gates grew into countless vines, wrapping around and through the intricate gold designs of the gates. The vines tossed the guarding warriors to the side like

The question was quiet, but everyone who had laughed at the gate seemed to hear judgment in it. I pointed to Marcus first, then Clara, then the men who had mocked me outside the city gates and the noblewomen who had smiled behind their fans while I was called a thief and a stray. Some lowered their heads before my hand reached them. Others tried to hide behind relatives with higher titles. Their faces showed no remorse, only panic at having chosen the wrong woman to harm. A woman in a gold gown stepped out before the silence could settle. She was beautiful, richly dressed, and foolish enough to believe beauty still mattered.

"Dammit, Ben! Can't you hear us? Open up!" His shout echoed faintly against the brick and steel. Another pause, stretching into an eternity of vulnerability. Then, I saw it. High up on the gate, a small, narrow panel slid open. A pair of eyes, barely visible in the shadowed aperture, peered out. They scanned our car, then the one behind us, then disappeared. The panel snapped shut. A series of heavy, metallic clunks followed—the sound of massive bolts being thrown, of locks disengaging. It was a sound of immense weight and security. My heart seemed to abandon its post in my chest, plummeting directly into the pit of my stomach. This was it. The moment of truth, the end of the road. The massi

The figure regarded him silently for a long time before replying, “Few who pass the Veil return. The gate demands sacrifice. Something equal in worth to the life it restores.” Varic’s voice was a growl. “Then I’ll pay it.” The figure’s hood lifted slightly, revealing the faint suggestion of a smile. “We shall see.” It lifted a hand, and the mists parted. A pathway of molten silver stretched into the distance, winding toward a towering gate of obsidian. Symbols pulsed faintly along its surface—runes he recognized. The same that were etched into his sword. “The Gate of Echoes,” the figure said. “Beyond it lies the world of the living. But beware what returns through it does not return unchange

At our werewolf academy's graduation party, someone asked the most popular girl in our class what the best decision she'd made in the past few years was. She stole a shy, coy glance at the man on the sofa, then pointed at me with open contempt. "Obviously, turning away some pathetic wretch when she came kneeling at our pack's gates, begging for help. "If that hadn't made her disappear without a word, how else would the Alpha have promised to make me his future Luna?" Everyone burst into laughter, their eyes full of scorn as they looked at me. "A lowborn Omega had the nerve to set her sights on becoming Luna? Her pack deserved to be wiped out!" Only the man whose very presence commanded autho

I didn't know if that was true; I knew only that the echo of their silent shrieks accompanied every step. I carried my failure like chains dragging on the floor. My boots echoed too loudly as I approached the large doors to Azure's room; I hated those doors. They towered over me, carved with visions of chaos and devastation, bodies writhing in fire, wolves torn apart, a queen stripped of her crown. The gates of hell couldn't compare. I faltered, took a deep breath. Then, slowly, pushed them open.

I promised. I came across in front of the wide open gates, blinking anxiously at the dark beauty of all that. There was no wind that could blow the strands of that brown and silky hair, but I could swear that in the midst of that fire, Vraxlon looked incredibly more beautiful, if that could be possible. "This is your home, Your Majesty.” I turned my gaze to the gate, and took the last step that would put us inside. My feet shuddered and for a moment of euphoria, I swore that the stones themselves commemorated the return of that lost soul.