Gate Of Babylon Fate Novels & Stories

“My mother vanished. What if she wasn’t taken? What if she’s one of them? What if everything in me is designed to betray you?” Kael cupped her cheek, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Then I’ll still choose you. Even if you ruin me.” Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. She kissed him—fiercely, desperately—as if trying to anchor herself in the only truth she had left. They were bound. By blood. By choice. By a fate that no longer cared about mercy. And somewhere, in the wild corners of the night— A third Gate waited.

“He trusts me. For some reason.” With a beckoning hand, Fate suggests I step in first. Consumed with fear, I do so, one tentative step after the other. The sweet smell of fresh cherries greets me. For a moment it’s sweet and welcoming, until it sneaks down my nostrils and coats my throat and mouth, turning sour. “That smell is a spell,” Fate explains, talking over my sputtering as he steps through the door. “Keeps the threshold protected against his numerous enemies. Too bad he’s not as powerful as me so it’s not impossible to neutralise.”

But I knew that beneath the surface, they sensed a force to be reckoned with. As we ventured into the night, the city lights cast an ethereal glow on our path. Under the captivating glow of the full moon, Mateo, Tony, and I made our way towards the imposing structure known as Babylon Tower. Its long, majestic silhouette loomed before us, constructed with sturdy brick stones that had withstood the test of time. As we approached, the tower seemed to exude an aura of mystery and power, drawing us closer with its irresistible allure. The moonlight filtered through the wide windows, casting ethereal rays across the grand hall within. The space was bathed in a soft, mesmerizing glow, lending an ot

“Let me tell you, you won’t die as long as you don’t act recklessly. It’s merely a matter of using your reputation for the Twelve God-Kings, the Eighteen Emperors, and a hundred thousand Marauder Army to hold off James, Morgott, and Frona Soremsia. Give me two epochs, and I will once again control the Gate of Mystery. By then, it will be considered that you have completed the task.” Youcef said no more. He straightened his back and looked at the Path Cauldron shrouded in the Bohnwer Light. “Open the gate.” A sense of endless loss suddenly overwhelmed Emperor Qadeer’s heart. It was as if in an instant, he felt that he had completely lost the heart of his son. However, he did not immediately o

The hand curled on the rift’s edge, dragging something vast behind it. Dorian stepped forward, divine light surging. I caught his arm. “Don’t—” Too late. The thing leaned forward—not through yet, but close enough that its gaze, if it had eyes, found mine. The ground split. The forest bowed. And in mortal and divine realms at once, Fate’s voice came for the third and final time: “THE FIRE WILL CHOOSE ITS END.” The tear widened with a sound like every chain in the world breaking at once. Something older than gods began to descend.

As I spoke, the gate began to resonate with our intentions, recording the destination we had chosen, ready to unveil the past we sought to explore. "Is there such a place?" She asked. I attempted a smile, though my body was increasingly succumbing to numbness. "It is known as Babel." As the name left my lips, the gate designated for the past began to glow, having recorded our chosen destination. A soft, ethereal membrane that veiled the gate parted, inviting us to step through. "Are you sure you're coming with me?" I asked Aurora, seeking confirmation of her readiness for the journey ahead.

Only calm. I'd take that as a very good thing. "There is much I'm not permitted to share," Dark Fate said. "But I can tell you this. Only one of you will survive your last encounter and the winner will only succeed because of the Gateway." Gabriel. "Why did you call him that?" Maybe this Fate would be more likely to give up extra info. "That, you will discover for yourself," Fate said. Paused. Smiled. "You're not afraid." And I realized he was right.

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

In my previous life, when our enemies were closing in, Vivian Giordano, my stepsister, shoved me into the narrow alley they were chasing us through, buying herself precious time to escape. This time, she did not do that. Instead, she handed the chance to survive to me. "Jules, run!" she shouted urgently. "As long as you make it to the main street, the Morettis' soldiers will be there to save you!" She herself, however, rushed into the alley with undisguised excitement, running straight toward the direction the enemies were coming from.

Baylee’s POV My chest ached from the thunderous pounding of my heart. I knew everything would work out—but the fear still clawed at me. The image of my parents lying dead in my vision haunted me, resurfacing every time I closed my eyes. And yet, beneath the fear, there was something else—excitement. This nightmare was finally nearing its end. My people needed peace. They needed time to grieve, to heal from the loss of those who gave their lives to protect me and my fated mate. They began fighting for us, but in the end, they died fighting for everyone they loved. Now it was my turn to protect them.