Gate Of Babylon Fate Novels & Stories

Threads—red, gold, obsidian—wove through her fingers like veins made of fate. She reached toward the Gate. The ground wept where her fingers passed, staining memory with choice. Her mouth parted, and instinct clawed at her throat, desperate to stop her, to protect her from the word the universe was not meant to hear again. “If I name it,” she said aloud, “will it end us… or begin us again?” No one answered. Not her twin. Not the Gate. Not the Thread. Only the lock at the center of the Gate moved—spinning slowly, opening like an eye.

“No, no, no. No!” “There's always a price to every sacrifice.” “Wasn't our love enough price for me to pay?” “You tamper with fate, so accept whatever penalty it throws at you.” After his remark, Bila stood to his feet and walked away. Then when he reached the door, he stopped. “The future is still unclear. Therefore, don't mistake the present for tomorrow.” Bila stated before walking out of the room. Without a care for the old alpha's parable, Gabriel watched the door shut. Then he jumped out of bed, got a shirt, and wore it over his bandage-up body before rushing out of his room.

"And that begins with your little toy...I know many a man and woman who would love to play with him before his life is again extinguished to feed me." Am-Heh saw red. The rawness of those memories burning his blood. With his waning strength he grabbed Babi's arm, tearing the limb from the socket and delivering a blow that shattered the sneering jaw. Teeth pierced and embedded in the roof of his mouth, others slicing his throat his throat as they slipped downward. Gagging, Babi sprawled back, grabbing at his severed limb and gargling curses. He gestured madly to the watching humans who started forward. But a heat rose around the fallen God, pushing them back when they were within touching dis

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?”

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.

Or so I hoped I could convince him. “Right, so we stay the night in Barcelona. Meet Lorenzo and Nico.“ He counted off the tasks on his fingers. “Hopefully they both agree to meet at the same time,” Gabriel declared. “Then I need to get in touch with my allies in Cordoba.” He leaned back in his seat, looking completely exhausted. I caught Amaya’s eye. She was looking at me pointedly, most likely wanting me to come clean to Gabe about the real reason he was about to go to war. Because I was an Earth Witch and some nun had said I was the only one that could unlock the Sacred Flame.

His eyes were filled with a bit of worry, but ultimately he sighed and succumbed to what had already happened. “Come back safe Primogenitor,” he prayed and silently sipped the mead in peace. It had been long since he indulged in such pleasures of the flesh. But in such tumultuous times, who cared about vices? The Barbarians weren’t the only once experiencing the shock of Mane’s battle. The land of the Ancients, the place known as Babylon, wasn’t safe either. The land famed for being an impregnable fortress had been impregnated. And several structures collapsed as the earth gave way and the winds exceeded their confines. But they were relatively better off than Intersection. For though most

Ashtar silently watched until they disappeared behind the door. And once it closed— His expression changed completely. One of the elders approached him and whispered nervously: “Could she really be…?” Ashtar closed his eyes for a moment. Then said in a heavy voice: “If what I suspect is true…” He slowly opened his eyes. “…then the entire empire will turn upside down.” … Iris stepped outside behind Gabriel quickly as the massive stone doors slowly closed behind them. The cold air hit her face immediately. Snow continued falling lightly over the surrounding mountains, and the guards at the passage bowed as Gabriel passed.