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.

Already off balance from the earlier exchange, he stumbled backward and fell. Supervivente took advantage of the distraction caused by Luz’s team and moved to stand before the massive wooden gate, its weathered planks bound by thick iron bands blackened with age. The door towered above him, easily three times his height, a barrier built to withstand siege engines and battering rams. For a moment, the battlefield around him seemed distant. The sounds of clashing steel and shouted orders faded as he stepped forward. His worn clothes stirred in the wind as he pressed his palms against the gate. Nothing happened at first. Then a faint flow appeared beneath his fingers. Lines of pale blue light s

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

It appeared that Count David had grown tired of gazing at my disdainful expression; at last, he uttered, "Unbolt the gate and extend a warm greeting to our visitor." At his command, the soldiers standing behind him swiftly sprang into action. A mystical incantation echoed through the air, and the resounding clocks and clatters of the metal gate reverberated around us. The seemingly fragile city gate, when viewed from the outside, revealed itself to be over a meter thick. The gate was a curious blend of natural wood and enchanted steel, with only the initial few inches crafted from the former and the remainder fortified with the latter. [Reinforced Metal II]

“Do not.” My eyes burned. “Mama.” “I stayed long enough to warn you.” Her form flickered. “The Gate is not a door to the dead. It is a mouth that learned to wear the faces of those who fed it. I am only the first course it still remembers how to taste.” “Then how do I shut it?” Her mouth trembled into something like a smile. “You don’t shut it with power.” The light began to eat her edges. “You shut it with a refusal it cannot digest.”

It looks like they are breaking it apart so they can transport it. "What is this?" He said. "It's an stone arch. It looks quite old and I have no idea where it comes from. It doesn't come from anything that is of asian origin. History is your specialty so I thought you might know." She said. "The runes look western. These are Babylonian symbols and the large diamond on the top of the arch is definitely an energy source." he said. "This is alien even by our standards." then he looked at Kazuha. "Who gave you this picture?"

"I was born here. But I never lived here." Julian glanced at her. "We don't have to do this now." But Alma shook her head. "We do. This is where they began to turn us into gods." Ground Level, The Gates of Jericho The facility rose like a monolith from the sand, scorched and corroded by time. Automated guns had long rusted into silence. The biometric gate no longer blinked, but Alma’s presence was enough. With a hiss, the massive steel doors parted. Julian followed her into the dark hallway, their boots echoing against ancient cement.

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

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