Hells Gate Novels & Stories

"Your little girlfriend. Is she part of this?" "She doesn't know," I said firmly, standing up. "But we're going to find out why her name is on the floor of hell." "Mr. Jack," Ben called out from the darkness ahead. "You might want to see this. The vent leads directly to the primary firewall. But... there's a toll booth." I walked over. The "toll booth" was a massive blast door, thick enough to stop a nuclear warhead. And right in the center, at chest height, was a hole.

The world spun. She hit stone—hard, unyielding. Her shoulder screamed in pain. The ruin they’d once seen from afar now loomed around them, jagged arches rising like ribs of a dead god. Between them pulsed the glow: a gate, vast and veiled, its light crimson, its surface trembling like the skin of a heartbeat. The Gate of Ashes. But the Tribunal had no intention of letting them reach it unscathed.

The sheer scale of it, the absolute dominance it represented over the land, made their mission feel like trying to melt a glacier with a candle. The road led straight to a massive gate, a dark mouth in the side of the metallic mountain. The river of grey traffic flowed directly into it, swallowed whole. As they drew closer, the final checkpoint came into view. This one was not a simple barricade. It was a fortress. High walls of black metal, studded with glowing scanner orbs. Dozens of guards. And standing at the gate itself, flanked by two regular guards, were two Reapers. Their smooth, mirrored helmets reflected the desolation around them. They stood utterly still, their presence a promise

The air grew heavier, thick with an electric charge that made the hair on our arms stand up and had the mounts whickering in primal terror. After twenty grueling minutes of climbing, breaking through the dense wall of mist and pine, the trail opened into a massive stone amphitheater carved directly into the highest peak of the northern range. And right in the center of the plateau stood the Veil Gate. It wasn't a building. It was a pair of colossal, ancient basalt pillars carved with glowing rune-script that pulsed with a sickening, rhythmic violet light. Suspended in mid-air between the two pillars was a shimmering, liquid-black tear in reality — the portal to the Outer Reach.

At that moment, an old voice said, “Primal, have you forgotten that he came in three years ago? He then went out again. So, you shouldn’t be disconcerted. Perhaps he can really walk out directly.” Uh… Alex looked in the direction of the gate. The Pantheon Tomb was enormous and very tall. The gate was also a towering existence. The width of the two frames reached several hundred meters, not to mention the height. Every building in this place reflected the concept of majesty. Holly said, “I’ll walk out and take a look.” She seemed shocked. The gate was not closed at all. It seemed to be a desert outside, where she could clearly see the sand and desert with varying elevations in the distance. A

I yelled out of fury. GUILT Small word with big effects. Something that is burning me from inside then something that makes me hate myself. Akash, someone called me from behind I turned to see there standing is my.............. ************************************ How is it ?

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

Some part of the hedge seemed to close in over the top, making the passageway dark and cold, and it was always a relief to walk back into the warm and sunny part of the path. As Millie got to the first turning, she wondered if she should go on. Almost immediately there were turns left and right; she looked further on, there was no point going right from here the hedge went about ten feet and then stopped in a dead-end, and there was a pretty statue of a nude on a plinth in the centre of its curve. Gabriel scratched his head with one of his drumsticks; they were sitting in the control room of their woodland studio. "A party, here?"

Just said I was a crazy bastard, and now I'm prostrating myself. Cia's hand stretched out to the side where the door was, she didn't close it but pressed her five hands on the palm print on the side of the gate. As it lasted, hundreds of flames resembling people's bodies flocked out. It no longer resembled, but it was indeed a person or creature roasted in the fires of hell. This is Hades' hellish gate, but Cia has access to it. "Suck up all those who sin!" Cia's order at the gates of hell.

Chapter 10: Echoes of Destruction The rusted iron gates of the obsidian citadel loomed before them, a gaping maw in the desolate crimson landscape. Behind them, the monstrous creatures howled in frustration, their metallic claws scraping against the barren rock. Evie and Liam, hearts pounding in their chests, sprinted towards the gate, desperate for any semblance of refuge. With a resounding clang, the gate swung open, revealing a dark, cavernous entrance. Without hesitation, they plunged into the cool, stale air that emanated from within. The heavy gate slammed shut behind them, momentarily cutting off the sounds of the pursuing horde.