Gate Of Babylon Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

he muttered "they'd be safe if an atomic bomb hit us. Gotta have that sort of protection to keep the cops off." "They have not faced the wrath of a God, all the locks and bolts in the world will not save one from the rage of the divine," Babi sneered "nor the plague of a pesky spirit. Only those who know the symbols and rituals have any sway over those, the latter anyway." Kyle looked down, nodding in unhappy agreement. He froze as he felt the rough fur brush his cheek as Babi leaned close. "Bear with me, mortal. You must lose things to gain your desires. The more you obey, the less you are likely to lose, understand?"

Chaos blazed across Allistair's skin in wild, luminous arcs. Jointly, they laid hands on the obsidian surface, still sealed. “Again,” he said quietly. Allistair nodded, his teeth gritted. "Again." They pushed. Power slammed into the barrier. The world shook, cracks tore across the ancient lock and the Gate screamed. Lucifer leaned in, voice low, dark, and reverent: “Break for me, Amor Meus." Allistair bared his teeth, Chaos roaring. The Gate fissured, spilling light through the cracks like blood. Lucifer whispered one final word: “Open.” The Gate broke.

Elyra gently touched his arm. The contact was brief. Soft. But enough. Zevarion looked at her. For a moment, neither spoke. Yet somehow she understood. And somehow he knew she did. Finally, he reached into the box. Slowly. Carefully. And unfolded the letter. The ancient paper crackled softly. The chamber fell completely silent. Then he began to read. My dearest Zevarion, If you are reading this, then fate has brought you farther than I ever wished. I hoped you would never find the Gate.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” The Seer stepped forward. “The Gate is choosing. It doesn’t care about love. It doesn’t care about fate.” She looked at all three of them. “It cares about power. Survival. Bloodlines.” And then she turned back to me. “Rory… if you don’t end one of these bonds soon…” She took a breath. “The child will come through anyway. And you won’t be able to stop him.” I swallowed hard. “What happens if I break the wrong bond?”

“Because the world doesn’t stay sealed forever. Everything has a cost. The first Luna closed this gate using her soul—and when she did, she left a prophecy behind.” My pulse quickened. “What prophecy?” Aaron’s gaze met mine. “That when the Gate begins to crack again, two will rise: one to guard it, and one to open it. The Goddess bound them together so neither could exist without the other.” The air seemed to thin. “You’re saying one of us is supposed to destroy the other?” “I’m saying one of us is supposed to choose.”

“Ok. I probably will be very busy today at my university. Either I’ll go home at dawn or stay over at my friend’s place. I have duplicated it for you and put it on the table. Don’t forget to lock the door if you come home...” While he saying that, his eyes glued on the screen. Completely ignored her existence. “Alright…” She replied shortly. Then, he heard someone shut the door and the footsteps fade away. A heavy sigh comes out of his mouth. A shadow of sadness appeared on his face and tears welled up. In the next minute, he whimpered like a lost child. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Tower Emerald, Fashion Blast Arissa finally arrived in front of the huge green tower. A giga

I had one task, get her the hell out of here. “You can fight as hard as you want, Jordan, but in the end, fate always wins,” Gabriel shouted. A fresh wave of fury coursed through me at his words. Fate? To hell with fate.

My hands moved swiftly, signing commands without a sound, the language of silent authority flowing through my fingers like liquid fire. Every motion was precise, deliberate, and weighted with the force of destiny itself. Then we begin. The time for waiting was over. Prophecy had turned to action; words had hardened into steel. Tell them to ready the old gate. The ancient gate, sealed for decades after bloodshed and betrayal, loomed in my mind’s eye—heavy iron bound with runes that whispered of forgotten wars. It was a threshold that had not opened since the last time the empire bled. And now, it will open again. For war.