Visual Novel Steins Gate Novels & Stories

There were levels to crimes that have been considered. Her eyes dashed to the smoke within the cell again as she could faintly see a woman. Her naked body attached to body grip device. Her body seemed toned and unharmed. She looked back at the face and saw her eyes had opened. Ivy looked Alicia in her face for what felt like an eternity. Those piecing blue eyes never left her gaze, Alicia looked over towards the wall in her cell as if she were trying to hint to Ivy about something. Ivy realized what she was doing, the cell door was locked from the inside, but only a gatekeeper could open from the outside. Ivy began to phase through the wall with her right arm. She pulled against the wires in

Already off balance from the earlier exchange, he stumbled backward and fell. Supervivente took advantage of the distraction caused by Luz’s team and moved to stand before the massive wooden gate, its weathered planks bound by thick iron bands blackened with age. The door towered above him, easily three times his height, a barrier built to withstand siege engines and battering rams. For a moment, the battlefield around him seemed distant. The sounds of clashing steel and shouted orders faded as he stepped forward. His worn clothes stirred in the wind as he pressed his palms against the gate. Nothing happened at first. Then a faint flow appeared beneath his fingers. Lines of pale blue light s

And now it is happening again, one thing the beast knows for sure is, if this had happened twice already and lady Setsuna manages to get back through the gates. Then undoubtedly her next child would have to go through this very gate as well .. but that is only if he remains as the guardian of the gates, If not that might be the final end of their family loan which would be a huge shame and sorrow. The gates open wide and Setsuna walks right through leaves of the beast to its job. Slowly it walks back to its position, sticking its head into the stone and becomes a statue itself. Unlike the bright light Setsuna had expected she could only see particles and greens, something she had not expecte

His distinguished figure slipping into the seat next to her seamlessly, Chiri could prevent herself from glancing in his direction. Seemingly satisfied that his presence had attracted her attention, he addressed her with a curt acknowledgement, “Crouse.” His tone impartial, it was the darkness which lurked within the depths of Cazer Krane’s eyes, that drew Chiri interest as she replied with a vague nod in his direction, “Cazer.” The utterance of his name, almost bringing about the suggestion of a smirk upon the otherwise stiff line always present on his lips, the Guardian from the Night Gate observed cooly, “You’re a bit of an overachiever to arrive early to this, aren’t you?” The two being

Boom. Boom. Boom. Survivors in the control room stopped moving completely. One by one, they turned toward the screen. Then— they bowed. Not out of loyalty. Out of instinctive submission. Inside the abyss— the massive gate began to open. Slowly. With unbearable weight. Two halves separated. No machinery noise. Only that heartbeat growing louder. Vivienne stepped forward. Alexander followed. Side by side. Inside the opened gate— there was no machinery. No storage system. Only rows upon rows of glass biological cylinders stretching into darkness.

Stone rained across the valley. From within the shattered cliff stood something impossible. A colossal doorway carved from black stone. Hundreds of feet high. Covered in glowing silver runes. Its surface shimmered like liquid glass. The First Gate. Every wolf instinctively lowered their heads. Even Luca found himself unable to look away. The Gate felt... Alive. A single symbol blazed brighter than all the others. It matched the mark that had appeared on Raven's chest. The Nightfire crest. The symbol pulsed once. Then again.

The walk to Melvina's place was not that far and the sun was quite friendly. "The one with the blue gate." I reminisce on what she told me yesterday. I walked over to the gate as I was sweating already. Fuck! No amount of walk is too small. I thought... I knocked on the gate, minute later I heard footsteps approaching me. The gate man opened the door slowly as I waited nervously. "Good morning Sir." I said anxiously while looking at the man standing with a strict look. "Are you Daisy?" He asked without answering my greetings and I nodded.

This state of affairs only hurt the Gate more, and this increase in the Gate’s suffering drew more Bréostwylmas to it. To the Gate, this whole situation was worse than intolerable, it was unconscionable. The Gate was fashioned from the deepest vein of God’s mercy. It was meant as an escape and a release, not an instrument of torture, not a lure to feed the most merciless and draconian elements of Creation. The Gate, however, had more patience, and more cunning, than either the Archons or the Bréostwylmas ever realised. So it bided its time, and it waited, knowing that a chance would come to be rid of its persecutors.

Aruna whispered. Gabriel. The Eighth Founder. Proof. Physical proof. He had existed. He had never been a myth. He had simply been erased. Dante reached toward the gate. The moment his fingers touched the metal— A loud mechanical sound echoed through the mountains. Everyone drew weapons instantly. The gate began opening. By itself. Slowly. The enormous steel doors separated with a grinding noise. Revealing darkness beyond. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The gate stopped. Fully open. An invitation.