New Gate Light Novels & Stories

I can’t look сrаzу іf I hаvе to explain thіѕ tо thе роlісе officer guarding mу door later, ѕо I have tо gеt іt rіght. Thе gas ѕtаtіоn іѕ асrоѕѕ thе rоаd. I wаіt fоr thе trаffіс lіghtѕ to сhаngе аnd jоg асrоѕѕ, аhеаd оf wаіtіng traffic. It’ѕ getting buѕіеr аѕ thе early mоrnіng раѕѕеѕ bу. It’ѕ nearly ѕеvеn fifteen nоw.

He appeared visibly uneasy with my analysis and responded, "I'm not so sure about that. Oh, look! We've arrived." As the car neared an entrance of a gated estate, the driver must undergo a quick security clearance at the guard post before gaining permission to proceed. The neighborhood emanated a sense of safety and security, with well-placed streetlights illuminating the surroundings. The meticulously maintained roads appear pristine, as if they rarely witness any traffic.

ZAIA I press my foot on the brake as I wait for the security guards to unlock the large gates that leads to the entrance of our home. Once the large gates swing open, I drive through. “Good evening Madam,” the night security guard says, tipping his hat to me. “Good evening, Aaron,” I reply, sliding my car window up. I glance up at the house when it comes into view. The upstairs window lights are on and due to the warmth, a few of the windows are open.

{PREVIOUSLY} "Sir, there's something disturbing at the front gate" on of them said. Noah left the house and we all followed. I was afraid of what I was gonna see or what I was gonna hear. This is a life or death game. We reach the front gate and stopped when we saw a wheelbarrow but something heavy was inside. "Stand back" Noah tells us. "Where's your flash and why are the lights not on out here?" Noah yelled at all the men.

"You always were a terrible pilot when it came to ground maneuvers, Nomo. On three." Together, they threw their weight against the mechanism. The sound was deafening, a shriek of tortured metal that seemed to announce their departure to the entire sleeping Capital. The Great West Gate, which had been sealed since the first vampire purges a century ago, shuddered and began to swing outward. A wall of light hit them. It wasn't the searing, artificial silver of the Mirror Palace or the toxic violet of a resonance flare. It was gold—soft, warm, and impossibly deep.

The lead agent responded, "Negative. We need to prioritize the surface." The agents proceeded without detecting his presence. ( Confirm ) Kael moved forward as the slope became steeper. His panel opened and updated. [ Surface Distance: 240 meters ] Gate 2 is smaller than Gate 3. It is used for maintenance rather than fieldwork. Kael stepped out from behind storage crates in an unmarked maintenance shed. He noticed two relaxed security officers at the gate controls. The Core was calm as he reached the surface. ( Standard ) His panel opened again and displays a synchronization update.

Then something unexpected happened. The gate spoke. Not with words. With music. A single note. Soft. Beautiful. Ancient. The sound drifted through the silent streets. Across empty bridges. Between crystal towers. The city answered. Lanterns brightened throughout Lumora. Dozens. Hundreds. Lights awakening one by one. Not fully. Just enough. As though the city had opened one sleepy eye. The crew stood motionless. Watching. Listening. Waiting. Then golden letters appeared across the face of the gate.

Luz’s amber gaze followed Amelia’s movement to his side, her presence beside him feeling both familiar and dangerously distracting. “Good job yourself,” he replied curtly, his attention shifting back to the tactical situation. His armoured form turned to face Supervivente, the old man’s offer of assistance registering with calculated consideration. “Opening the gate from inside requires either the captain’s key or several keys; or magical disenchantment. Which one are you capable of?” The massive western stone gate loomed ahead. The street ahead was empty, made from weathered cobblestones forming a wide thoroughfare between rows of tall timber-framed buildings.

Lilith offers a small, almost apologetic smile, then adds, "It won't be anything intense. Just a drive. Some air. A change of scenery." Then she's gone, leaving me alone with the phone in my hands, and a new kind of anxiety crawling up my spine. The next morning, Lilith knocks again—this time with a light breakfast and a reminder: "You're leaving at ten. Dress warm." I almost ask where we're going, but she's already gone before I can. By the time I make it downstairs, the boys are waiting by the car. Nixon leans against the hood, sunglasses on, arms crossed like he owns the world. Mason's by the passenger door, tapping his fingers against the glass, visibly annoyed.

"Unless you want to be the one to explain to him why the merger update is late, I suggest you open the gate." The gate swung open. As the car wound up the long driveway, I scanned the grounds. I saw the "glass house" Larry was so proud of. I saw the new security sensors. And then, I saw them. They were in the garden.