Light Gate Novelas e Histórias

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.

The Gate loomed in front of us like a judge. Up close, the red text running along its top edge was even harsher, each letter carved in light: > PAY THE PRICE OF ENTRY: ONE REGRET. The metal-and-glass surface thrummed under my feet, a low vibration that crawled up my bones. Thin veins of red light pulsed just beneath it, like circuitry carrying a current straight from the Game’s rotten heart. Behind us, the plaza moaned—distant drones dragging themselves out of rubble, sirens wailing in a broken loop, the ever-present hum of the dying city.

Hia efforts were to no avail when he saw that the gates healed itself after each dent given. The empty whispers were once again heard roaming around the scene. John at this moment raged and forcefully punched the gate with all possible energy he could gather and with an aggressive yell. As he saw, a bright light it was, a bright light that was seen after the gate. It wasn't a steady one although, it seemed like an unstable energy as it moved in various directions. The gate that was broken lost its balance and got swallowed into the light. John, who had his left arm over his eyes to prevent the littlest fraction of light from blinding him, dropped his hand as he walked closer towards the gate

The stones on the Pagoda of Nations emitted beams of light like countless sharp swords, making Kanpei Ichiro hesitant to approach. These lights enveloped Kiran York tightly. The red light on Kiran's body, surrounded by white light, resembled a fiery sword or the tail fire of a rocket launching into the sky. The white light accentuated the scene, making it even more imposing.

Phillip wasn't sure what the strange texture of the gate was, it looked like a liquid filled with colored oil. “This is a gateway between worlds. If Tiffany uses sunlight to go up and down to earth, then we followers use this gate," explained Louise, even before Phillip asked. “As the leader of the knight colony, Otho came with me. While the others are on guard, you are not coming now, but orders may come at any time." The girl called out to the knights, who readily nodded. Phillip, Louise, and Otho stood parallel in front of the gate. "Where exactly does this gate take us?" asked Phillip.

Images flashed through Selene's mind: a person kneeling at the Gate, blood soaking the stone; shaking hands as the archway drank in light; a scream that was swallowed up. You will hold what was never meant to be held. The floor cracked open. A line split beneath the Gate, light pouring out from below, a blinding red-white color, showing something big moving under the room, like a heart wrapped around a spine. Lysera cursed. That's not a void. "No," Selene whispered, "it's a hinge." The Gate's darkness rushed forward, like snapping whips. One of them missed Aurek, leaving a line of nothing where his head had been a moment before. He fought back without thinking, claws tearing through the dark

I wake up in front of a massive golden gate shinning as bright as the sun, if not brighter. I sluggishly get up and place my hand on the gate as I feel its warmth grace my skin. It feels good and gentle on my skin. I step back as I hear its iron creak and the gate slowly opening. A bright light from inside shines and I shield my eyes from it with my hand. I squint my eyes as I see a winged figure approaching me. It stops a few feet in front of me, its appearance still hidden with the light coming from it

The hairs on my arms lifted. A low hum vibrated through the ground beneath my feet. I froze. Light bloomed in front of us—faint at first, then brighter—swirling into itself like a living thing. The glow twisted and stretched, pulling the darkness inward, widening into a funnel of blinding white light. Power rolled off it in heavy waves. The gate was opening.

"Then we’ll face the High Warden next." A huge gate guarded the fortress's entrance, its surface carved with runes that flickered with a dim, sinister light. Lyra walked slowly closer, the orb in her hands brightening as she studied the markings. "These runes are linked to the energy field," she explained. "I can disable them, but it’ll take time." "How much time?" Kael asked, looking around for any indications of an impending ambush. With a "five minutes, maybe less," Lyra said. "Just keep me covered."

Lexa Kaleb’s hand rests on my lower back as the guards move from the gate to the Glade. The small door cut within the metal of the ancient gate that towers so high I have to crane my neck to look up at the top of the wall gives way, and instead of constant shuffle, thunder of hammers and whining of saws, the Glade is… silent. I’m used to people looking at me now–stopping what they’re doing to turn in my direction, to follow me with their eyes.