Gate Of Babylon Novels & Stories

The gates fell soon after. There was a mad rush to enter the city of Muzagah and destroy every living human. Having being in suspense for hours; anticipating and visualizing what they desired: the rape and the sharing of treasures; they drove in furiously into Muzagah with the intention to kill and destroy properties. Suddenly, the sound of a trumpet filled their ears. It was a signal to stop. Prince Habeb had ordered a trumpeter to send the desperate soldiers his message. It wasn’t yet time for the killing game to begin.

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 gate loomed above us like a monolith of power and peril. Its surface shimmered with shifting symbols, flames, serpentine patterns, eyes that seemed to follow my every movement. The air around it vibrated, thick with a tension that made my chest ache. This was no ordinary door, it was a test, a trap, a reflection of everything I had ever desired, feared, and longed for. Elliot’s hand found mine instinctively. His eyes, dark and unwavering, scanned the gate as if he could see through its illusions. “We can’t hesitate,” he murmured. “Every second of doubt will give it power. We step forward together, or we fail together.”

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

"We're here, amigos. The gates of Xibalba. Let's take a moment to prepare ourselves for what lies ahead." The gates of the underworld, Xibalba! an imposing stone structure looming in the darkness, with Mayan hieroglyphics etched into the structure. Matt is amazed as he studies the writings.. taking pics with his phone. The air's warmth intensifies, and strange energy emanates from the gates as if the underworld itself is watching them. Suddenly Erzulie Red-Eyes appears Inside the gates with a smile on her face. With a wave of her hand, the gates slowly creaked open.

As we passed, creatures of all shapes and sizes peered through open doorways, each creature more terrifying than the last. “Come, my pretty sweet. We cannot be late for the master.” Dareios urged me on. As far as I was concerned, I would have loved to be late – just to put Icelus’ nose out of joint. But on the other hand, having the god of nightmares angry at me couldn’t be a good thing. Dareios seemed to quicken the pace and I had no choice but to follow him until we broke free from the buildings and approached a wall which was so tall that I couldn’t even see the other side of it. Gates of finely carved ebony barred the way and I stood staring at them while Dareios spoke to the guards who

Beside her, Lyra exhaled a shaky breath, her hand drifting protectively to the scar that crossed her belly a reminder of what she had endured and survived. Ahead of them, the stone gate loomed. It had risen from the ground only hours ago, unearthed by the Prophetess during the Hollowed's retreat. Standing ten feet high and etched with ancient glyphs, the arch seemed to hum with energy. No one dared touch it not even Kael, whose Alpha aura had flickered and dimmed upon approaching it.

I let my words hang in the air between us. He chuckled. "Of course, we do. There are trade routes." I waited for him to say more but it soon became obvious that was all he was going to say. I gritted my teeth as the gates that had looked so pleasing to me just a moment before now seemed like an evil machination intended to keep me bound in here forever. The gates stood atop a hill. A design that was as strange as it was effective. Strange because most of the territory was spread out on flatlands and effective because no one could sneak up on them. Not unless you could make yourself appear invisible and that wasn't a thing, was it? I sighed. It was one of disappointment but Jamil read somethi

I get a feeling she's trying to figure out where exactly we are, or perhaps, memorizing the road. Maybe she's hoping she'll have a chance to run. I feel so sorry for her naivety. She has no idea how secure she'll be when we get to Bloom Bazaar. Not a single second will I let her out of my sight. The tall, imposing gates finally come into view. They're staunch, supported on either side by a large stone pillar which becomes an eight-foot high perimeter surrounding the property that's positioned on a tall hill. On each pillar, a huge, scary griffin stands with their mouths open — and little cameras are hidden in them. As we neared the gates, I slow the car, my nerves short-circuiting all over a

“Then let us show her we are not so easily broken.” Gabriel’s eyes flicked to hers. For a heartbeat, warmth broke through the steel in his gaze. He inclined his head slightly, as if to say he trusted her with his life. The horns blared. The enemy charged. The first crash came at the eastern gate. The battered wolf’s-head ram, repaired and reinforced with iron, swung forward with terrible force. The weakened doors, already scarred from the night before, shuddered violently. Dust rained from the arch above as defenders shouted in terror.