Through The Gates Of Splendor Audiobook Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, those were two very different problems. Another tremor shook the fortress and a deep crack split the courtyard below. Stone shattered and ancient runes hidden beneath centuries of rock suddenly glowed silver. Gasps echoed along the walls. Diana’s face drained of color. "The Inner Gate." The words had barely left her mouth before another explosion rocked the mountain. The crack widened and a column of silver light shot into the sky. The whole fortress seemed to awaken as symbols lit up across walls, towers, and paths. Thousands of forgotten runes, thousands of years of secrets, all responding to one thing: me. I hated that. The Hollow King’s smile returned, soft and patient, as

No one spoke. The distant light continued moving. Not quickly. Not slowly. With purpose. Every golden road in the endless horizon seemed to bend gently toward it, as though recognizing an old friend. I had guarded the Heart of Lumora for centuries. I had listened to its rhythms. Watched its roots. Protected its memories. But nothing— nothing— had prepared me for this. The First Gate was real. Not a legend. Not a metaphor. Real. The archway before us shimmered softly.

Two long rows of guards stood on either side of the entrance. The carriage rolled forward. The gilded gates slowly opened. We entered the High Council Estates. --- I couldn't look away. Everything was beautiful. Wide stone roads stretched through the enormous estate. Fountains stood proudly in the center of carefully maintained gardens. Marble statues lined the pathways, each one intricately carved. The buildings rose high into the sky—elegant, grand, perfect. Everywhere I looked, wealth surrounded us. The kind of wealth I had only heard stories about. The kind I had once believed I would never see.

Chapter 31: The Crimson Breaching The secondary gates of the Obsidian Spire did not simply yield; they ruptured under a combined assault of raw physical power and ancient, sovereign authority. The massive iron structures, reinforced with thick bands of tempered black steel and engraved with the defensive runes of the ancient pureblood houses, groaned as the heavy infantrymen of the Royal Lycan Legions brought forward their massive iron battering rams. The ground beneath the highway vibrated with each synchronized impact, a rhythmic, deep thud that echoed through the empty residential streets of the high nobility like the steady heartbeat of a gathering storm.

The runes on the doors lit up one by one until a brilliant silver light filled the chamber. Slowly, the doors opened. Beyond them lay the most breathtaking place I had ever seen. The Hall of Echoes stretched farther than my eyes could see. Towering crystal pillars reached toward a ceiling that resembled a night sky filled with countless stars. Floating orbs drifted peacefully through the air. Each orb contained memories—moments frozen in time. "It... it's beautiful," Liam whispered. "It is more than beautiful," Orion replied. "It is the keeper of history." As we stepped inside, one of the glowing orbs drifted toward me.

The large black iron gates stand tall, the carved crows stand on the pillars on each side of the gates, watching, listening and always on alert even though they are made of solid iron I could swear they move. A shiver runs down my back as our Mama says the spell that opens the gates. The moment our father drives through you can feel the magic latch onto you. Looking to Denu, I watch as she closes her eyes with a smile on her face allowing it to seep in to energise her. Not me it suffocates my light wanting to turn it dark. Denu opens her eyes and smiles at me, goddess she is so beautiful without her normal scowl on her face. I shake my head at her just as Mama turns in her seat to talk to us

The door swung open with a grand flourish, revealing a chamber bathed in a celestial glow. Sable and Jericho exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding with anticipation. With cautious steps, they crossed the threshold and entered the chamber. Inside, the air crackled with ancient power, as if the very walls hummed with an ethereal energy. The chamber itself was adorned with intricate tapestries, depicting scenes of cosmic battles and celestial beings. At the center of the room stood a pedestal, upon which rested a book that seemed to emanate its own faint light.

“The Raven. I’ve returned with a gift for the King’s harem.” There was a beat of silence. Rebecca thought for sure she’d misunderstood what the mercenary—Raven?—had said. She was a gift for the King? How much had she been sold for? After a period of silence, the large gates started to open. The bright lights were removed from them. The gates imbedded in the large walls were made of heavy metal that looked two feet thick. Four Crow soldiers who were large in size pushed the large doors open. That were strapped with large guns that seemed tiny compared to their large frames. They didn’t even break a sweat when they were pushing the doors open. When they were done, they stepped to the side and

This time, we park farther away and we quietly make our way to the castle. As if on cue, the witches jump in front of the wolves. I spread my arms out as do the rest of them. “Maeve, what is it?” Xander asks me. “Magic,” Avery and I say together. We walk to the barrier, meant to alert Levana of our presence. I put my hands against it, not quite touching it so the wolves can see where it is. Avery and Amir begin chanting, Meadow a moment later. Tate comes to stand beside me.

The spirits' whispers merged into a single voice, urging us onward, guiding our steps. "We've come so far," Samantha whispered, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Let's unlock the gate and bring Scarlett back to us." With hands trembling but hearts steadfast, we approached the gate, its ancient symbols glowing with latent power. We each placed a hand upon the gateway, the sacrifice of the our predecessors resonating within us. As our fingertips made contact, a surge of energy coursed through our bodies, intertwining our fates with the whispers of the past. The gate shuddered, its mechanisms awakening after centuries of slumber.