Steins Gate Light Novelas e Histórias

"Nothing. Just noticed." "Then stop noticing." "Can't help it. You're not subtle." "And you're not charming, but here we are." Cross laughed outright that time, and Zenith turned to glare at him. "Eyes on the road." "Yes, Alpha." I smoothed Eli's hair back, more for my own hands to do something than for him, and stared straight ahead as the road curved and the trees finally parted. Iron gates stood at the entrance, taller than I remembered. The Blood Moon crest was carved into the centre, right where it had always been. Two guards straightened at the sight of the car, and the gates began to move, groaning as they pulled apart.

I vaulted down the stairs right behind him, swinging my leg over the Sovereign. "You aren't going out there alone," I told him, kicking the engine to life. The deep, flawless Origin-Code combustion purred beneath me. "Wouldn't dream of it, Ghost," Dax said, pulling his bandana up over his nose. The massive hydraulic gears of Coldwater’s main gates groaned. Dust and rust fell from the hinges as the sixty-foot durasteel doors slowly parted, revealing the sprawling, chaotic army waiting outside. The roar of the crowd died down instantly. Thousands of eyes locked onto the gates.

That strange tightness returned to Layla’s chest—small at first, then insistent but she told herself it was nothing. When the car stopped in front of her house she paid, stepped out and then stopped dead. The gate stood ajar,not wide but just… open. A thin slice of evening light slipped through the gap. Layla’s pulse gave a hard, sudden kick. They never left the gate like that,ever. She approached slowly, pressed her palm to the iron and pushed it and it swung inward with a low, almost apologetic creak. The compound looked… ordinary. Garden lights glowed softly,the fountain burbled. Her father’s Mercedes sat in its usual spot and yet—

“You made a choice, Selene. That’s not madness. That’s freedom—though it rarely feels like it.” Her words steadied me, if only slightly. Then the iron gates came into view. They loomed high and black, etched with the Bloodmoon sigil, flanked by two stone wolves. The driver pressed a button, and the gates swung open with a low growl. The estate beyond was sprawling—stone and glass wrapped in silver vines. Lanterns flickered along the path, pools of gold lighting the night like fallen stars. The limousine slowed to a stop. I didn’t move. My hand hovered over the door handle.

How? The gates were made out of powerful, thick steel rods that gave peeks into the paradise beyond it was protecting. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get much of a view of its beauty as scores of Blackvines Pack guards dressed in suits stood behind the barricades they had set in place against my G-wagon.

“Let me in, Rowan. I’ll call Aneliese… and you can talk to her yourself and ask her to come back.” “I don’t want to get back with Aneliese, Gabe. You think I’m an idiot?” I slammed my head against the steering wheel, feeling dizzy. I looked at the gate—imposing, not just visually but in its impenetrability, the first barrier keeping me from Olivia. The sharp, decorative fleur-de-lis spikes at the top reinforced that the property was well-protected. It stood about three meters high. I knew the automatic gate system worked, but the security cameras, managed from the guardhouse, hadn’t been operational since the guard was let go.

The smiths put finishing touches on the silver chains for the gate, into whose links tiny moonstones are hammered; should something cross, they will tremble just enough that no soul may slip through silently. In the final war council Cassian reports wolf howls on the western side—not many, more like a test, perhaps spies measuring the echo’s carry through the walls. I order no reply, no echo given back. Silence shall be our weapon, for noise is bread to the dark. The outer moat is refilled in two places from the upper stream; ash and salt scattered upon its surface so even in fog it holds as a mirror, footprints betraying passage. At the inner gate, two reserve gates stand ready—if the first

As the echoes faded, the silver veins in the earth began to pulse faster, spreading outward like wildfire toward the Gate. The wind screamed through the gorge as Kaelen crested the ridge. The world below no longer looked like the valley he’d sworn to protect. The ground pulsed with veins of light, rivers of silver snaking between shattered stones. The air shimmered like molten glass, bending and breaking the rain into prisms. And at the center of it all stood the Gate—a colossal arch of fractured crystal half-buried in the mountain. Its surface rippled like water, reflecting skies that didn’t belong to this world.

Floodlights illuminated the perimeter, casting harsh shadows that danced like specters in the night. The team approached cautiously, using the cover of darkness to stay out of sight. Sage’s voice crackled in their earpieces. “Okay, you’ve got two guards at the main gate and another three patrolling the east side. The west side looks clear, but there’s a camera covering that entrance.” “Drake, take out the camera,” Damian ordered. “Sage and I will handle the guards at the gate.” “On it,” Drake replied, slipping away into the shadows.