Gate Of Babylon Fate Novels & Stories

He could still do it all again here. "You are right Alpha Abbadon but I need you to trust me explicitly on this one as you have had your fate in me of late. I know I can go in and come out safely on my own and I would succeed if you still have fate in me". I pleaded with him. "I do have fate in your Baela but I still have my concerns. How are you going to get into the city this late?" "The city gates are already closed. Do you intend on scaling the city walls?" Alpha Abbadon asked.

From this obscurity, a voice, neither male nor female, ancient and cold, echoed, "The dance has begun, guardians. The threads of fate intertwine. The chosen one will either be the realms' salvation... or its ultimate doom." The weight of the revelation, coupled with the foreboding message, hung heavily in the air. The guardians, united in purpose, now faced a conundrum that reached into the very heart of their group. The dance of fate had taken a twist they hadn't anticipated, setting the stage for events that would challenge the very fabric of their bond and the realms they vowed to protect.

It was a testament to the lives that had been intertwined with the very fabric of the world, their destinies forever entwined with forces far greater than themselves. Jericho and Sable paused before a massive stone door, intricately adorned with celestial motifs and guarded by two statues of ancient guardians. As they studied the door, a soft whisper brushed against their ears, carrying an otherworldly promise of truth and revelation.

“I am a witness. A keeper. A fate. A thread between the world you came from and the one you seek.” Grimm’s voice dropped low. “So there is a gate.” “There’s always a gate,” she said. “But not all of them open with standard keys.” I narrowed my eyes. “So how does this one open?” She tilted her head slightly, the black stitches across her eyes pulling tight. “With blood. With truth. With knowing your destiny… and the execution of perfect timing.” Brad exhaled sharply. “That’s about as clear as mud.” I stepped forward. “What does my destiny have anything to do with it?”

I commanded, my voice echoing off the stone walls. Kael stepped forward carefully. Smart boy. I wasn't known for patience when things went wrong, and tonight had been a complete disaster. "The gate is destroyed, my lord," he began. "Completely gone. The Nightbane boy failed to reach our realm." "I know that already." Each word came out like ice shards. "Tell me something useful." Kael's throat moved as he swallowed hard. "It wasn't an accident, my lord. The gate was sabotaged." Now this was interesting. I stepped closer, watching how his hands trembled. Fear rolled off him in waves, but underneath it was something else. Excitement.

"Does it matter? Names change. Loyalties break. All you need to know is that one of your own has already chosen me over you." The words sliced through the night like a blade. Lucy felt her stomach drop. One of your own. The note’s threat, spoken aloud. Gabriel’s silence was more terrifying than fury. The hooded figure took a slow step closer, roses brushing their shoulders like witnesses. "At midnight, you’ll see for yourself. When your gates open from the inside… and your empire begins to bleed."

“I fucking forgot, okay-” “FORGOT! You fucking forgot and made me do the unspeakable, Gabe!” I let go of him and take a step back as trepidation sets in my heart, only to see crimson tears streaking down his face. He shakes his head and growls in frustration. “Remember how you made me promise to kill you if you found your Fated?” I nod, not liking where this is going. “Yeah?” He laughs sadly. “The Maker’s Will is absolute, Gabe; I would have killed you if you found out she was your Fated. I unconsciously hid baobab stakes all over the mansion and my body would have moved on its own because you made me promise!”

And how many more will die and wash back down to my womb, for this deathless mother to grieve? {No more. This time of half-hearted peace is at its end. From the ashes, a new dawn shall rise. A perfectly logical new world; infinitely smaller, more primal and more desperate. Abaddon shall be released from bondage and lay waste to man’s cities. The cleansing fire of pestilence shall harvest the mortals to near extinction. Only then can possibilities be granted exclusively to those who deserve them.} If the Fate Weaver has her way there’ll be no world left to go back to. I’m sprinting by the cafe towards the fateful backstreet. Just a little bit more…

Pearl doesn’t even remember anything about our mother. Even after the Fated Plague took away the possibility of finding a fated mate, I still believed in true love, and I found mine. We barely had time to experience our own love story, but now, the Moon Goddess is granting werewolves fated mates again. Sure, I was ecstatic for Daya, our oldest sister, when she found Darius. The five of us worked so hard to ensure that they fought for their bond instead of running from it. Daya was so scared to accept Darius for fear that they would lose each other to the plague. She overcame that fear and I have never seen her happier.