Gate Series の小説・ストーリー

, the driver says with half a laugh. When the gate opens and we drive a bit, then turn to the left, I finally understood what he meant, the gate was gigantic and there would be no leaving or getting in except you are permitted. But that’s not the half of it, the gate is gold, no not gold as a color, it was made of gold, as we approach, the driver speaks to an earpiece he had on and the gates open. “That’s gold, right? I mean its not just my eyes”, I ask turning back to stare at the gate.

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?

''Okay, let them wait in their vehicles, I'll be with them in a minute," I reply and immediately stand up to meet them I briefly stop at the living area to talk to Ella, "The Gammas at the first and second gates will be joining the meeting. Since we can't leave the gate unattended while they attend the meeting, I want three men at the third gate while you and the two left should go to the second gate. The Gammas will return to their post after the meeting." "Yes, General" She replies "Oh, before you leave, ask the men waiting at the field to move to the basketball court. I'll be there as soon as I show the mercenaries their duty post"

“The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.” My own brows fall, a frown shading my face. Sir Brak seems to realise now that I have heard neither of Portals nor how they concern an unconscious jump between the English and the Asian worlds. He smiles as he speaks, “Portals are like supernatural gateways. They travel a long distance within a short while.” I simply nod as we leave the building. We soon arrive at another that is quite far… and smaller too. Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans.

***** A massive, thick black gate made of titanium was blasted open by a bomb, enveloping the area in smoke and dust, obscuring visibility for those inside. "Who had the audacity to do that?" one of the gang members exclaimed, voicing the shock felt by everyone in the underground at the unexpected intrusion and the destruction of the gate that had secured their clandestine activities. Alarmed and ready to confront the intruder, they abandoned their card game, arming themselves with guns and filling the air with the sound of gunfire as they aimed at the entrance, preparing to defend their territory.

Kael POV I stood by the gatehouse, my fingers tapping against the rough stone wall. The guards were stationed in their usual positions, standing alert, yet there was an unspoken tension in the air that seemed to ripple out from me. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming, something that had been building for days now, like a storm on the horizon. Gus had just handed me the car keys, a small, insignificant thing that he passed with a nod as we discussed the need for more patrols. But the conversation felt hollow, like I was reaching for something that had slipped through my fingers.

Goma Island. It loomed out of the mist, a jagged silhouette of black rock and ancient forest. As we drew closer, the massive Southern Gate became visible. It was a marvel of engineering—a towering wall of reinforced composite alloy that had stood shut for nearly a decade. Seeing it now, with its two halves parted like a giant's wound, felt wrong. It felt like a trap waiting to be sprung. "All units, stay sharp," I said into my comms, my voice steady despite the roar of blood in my ears. "We don't know who or what opened that gate. Do not engage unless fired upon, but keep your fingers on the triggers."

His real voice slipped through for half a breath. The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. Then the Gate Opener dragged it under.

"If formation is damaged, then that crack is the only life gate. You have to know that this life gate is not always there, allowing you to enter and exit at any time. There were eight gates in formations in total. After the damage, there is only a living gate. If one enters theother seven gates, he will die. When he entered, the Gibson family clanman chose the only life gate of the eight gates to enter without knowing anything. When he came out, he came out of the only life gate. "He can choose the right gate twice. Do you think he's lucky?" Master Eva Green blinked and could not help but nod. She quickly asked, "But what does it have to do with what you said that we can't get anything?" "It

he asks. Wesley gestures toward the gate. “Travelers.” “From where?” He asked “Eastmarch.” Gaven’s expression darkens immediately. “Scouts?” Wesley shakes his head slowly. “Not exactly.” He signals the gate watch above. “Bring them forward.” The heavy doors open just enough for a narrow gap. Through it, I see them. There are six of them. They are thin, covered in dust, and they look exhausted.