The New Gate Light の小説・ストーリー

"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 gate split. Golden light poured through the crack like sunrise forced into a grave. For one breath, no one moved. Not the villagers huddled along the old throne road. Not Ben with Wren half-hidden behind his coat. Not Cassian, bleeding against the stone wall with his silver eyes fixed on the breaking gate. Not me. The light should have been warm. It was not. It bled through the seams of the mourning gate in thin, sharp lines, cutting across the black stone road, across the floating blue-white soul lights, across the faces of the people we had just saved.

There is no house, but there's a white iron proof gate with an alarm button and a code switch. I turn to Rory who is almost already absent and unconscious. "There's no house here, Mr Gate, only a white gate." I carefully explain to him, fearing that I might have gotten the location wrong and that we might be at the wrong location. "It's an underground house." He slowly replies and blood pours out of his mouth. His eyes still close "75598002, that's the code. I get down and hurry to the code switch on the gate and press the number and after the last digit, it opens on its own accord. I come back into the car and hastily drive-in.

“Ember.” “Mm?” “We need to discuss the gate.” “Do we, though?” I don’t look up. “Or could the gate simply be a beautiful, unspoken mystery between us, a thing we never—” “It’s six feet tall.” “It’s abstract.” “Ember.” He comes into the room, and there’s a slow, deliberate danger to the way he moves, and I finally look up, and his face is fighting very hard to be stern and losing at every seam. “A council elder photographed my front gate. She is going to show people. She told me to my face — I want you to understand she said this directly to my face, in the driveway — that she intends to use it as the background of her holiday cards.”

He must exit via the gate to the human realm. Before him are four gates: human, supernatural, gods, and hell. Colton must choose the correct gate. I see him pause and look . Gate One has roses without thorns perfect in every way. I hear his thoughts. ‘Too perfect, my world has both beauty and pain.’ I smile. Gate two is covered in purple and gold roses with thorns. ‘Magical like the supernatural realm.’ Again I smile. Third gate burns but red roses covering it don’t. ‘Maybe but I should look at the fourth to be sure.’

“She would’ve summoned me. Reprimanded me. But she hasn’t. Why?” We fall silent. Thoughtful. He’s right. The Luna goddess doesn’t miss a thing, especially not a human scent on her Alpha. Yet she's said nothing. As if she overlooked it. Gerald breaks the silence. “Why are the gates still locked?” I glance forward. Sure enough, the gate remains shut. He grabs the emergency control from the glove box and opens it himself. It groans and slides back, and we drive in slowly. Then I see it, the front door. Wide open.

He took a brief look at it, squinting his eyes a bit before nodding his head. "You can go in" he said, gesturing to the other guy with the bull mastiff to open the gates. The other one nodding in response, walks over to the dashboard on the right gate post and presses the red button on it. A beep sound is heard just before the gate begins to open automatically. Stepping on the gas, I drove in. Looking around, I could still recognize a lot of things here even after five long years.

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?

the gatekeeper asked through the microphone above the two-way communication buttons in the guard room. Keyara heard the question from the supervisor and responded. "Please open the gate. I want to go out!" Keyara shouted in front of the CCTV screen, which seemed to have a pan-tilt-zoom function. The speaking gatekeeper immediately pressed the button to open the gate, causing the four-meter-high gate to move and spread. As soon as the gate partially opened, Keyara rushed out eagerly. After successfully passing through the partially opened gate, Keyara quickly walked along the eastern side of the house. The house on that side had a black fence that covered the entire front area.

Behind him, through an archway leading toward the garrison's lower levels, a faint, familiar pulsing light had already begun to emanate — the same rhythm we'd seen in the dead circle at the pass, closer now, and considerably more urgent. The gate, it seemed, was closer to finished than any of Bryn's estimates had suggested.