Gate Of Babylon Novels & Stories

"You are trying to remain human." "I am human." Bey smiled a wolfish grin I found endearing. "You are much more." The lake rippled violently, and images exploded across its surface. I saw Caleb, covered in blood, with his princess, Lena, standing before thousands of wolves. The Gate opened wider than before, darkness pouring through it. The Gate—so ancient no one remembered what it truly was - was said to hold back everything that should never cross into this world. If it opened completely, there would be nothing to keep the shadows out.

I said, though her words sparked a flicker of unease in my chest. ​As the Iron City loomed on the horizon, the unease turned into cold, hard logic. The Hub was not as I had left it. The great iron gates were standing wide open, but they had not been forced. They were decorated. Long streamers of scavenged fabric and woven ivy hung from the battlements. Large, crude symbols had been painted in white ash across the primary bulkheads. ​“Is that… a shrine?” Thorne asked, standing up and squinting at the gatehouse.

They blotted out the sun and blue sky with their darkness as they fled from the gate in search of a human host. As if Dannie had always known it, she knew this was a major gate, one that would allow an army through, but required several demons strongly adept in magic. It was not easily created, and today would be impossible for the deabru to create. Another image replaced the great gate. A woman who looked sort of Egyptian, not modern, but the type during the pyramids. She stood in front of a similar rift as before but much, much smaller.

Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came. Instead, he found himself standing outside the iron gates of the Thorne estate at half past one in the morning, his breath misting in the October air as he stared up at the mansion that had once been his entire world. The place looked exactly as he remembered it, all Gothic spires and holy stonework, crosses carved into every available surface as though the architecture itself could repel demons. Floodlights illuminated the grounds with cold precision, turning the manicured gardens into something that resembled a military compound more than a home.

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]

Andromeda revealed that this place was the only breadbasket of this world, owned by the Blue Bucephalus Guild. As the city walls drew near, the passengers were agape at its sheer size. Two hundred meters tall with three equally imposing gates that were a kilometer apart from each other and a row of Chinese castle-towers on top. There was also a massive moat wide enough for two ships to sail around the city. I imagined if Genghis Khan could see this, he would ride back home with his army. “Everyone, welcome to the City of New Beginning,” Andromeda said on the microphone once the trolleys crossed the steel drawbridge through the middle gate. The passengers had a mixture of curiosity, nervousne

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

Elias was at her side in a heartbeat, catching her just before her body hit the cracked stone. She was burning hot to the touch, but still. Her breath was shallow, her pulse fluttering. “Stay with me,” he whispered, holding her against him. “Don’t you disappear now, not when we’ve come this far.” Suddenly, the floor beneath them trembled. Cracks burst outward from the altar like shattered glass. The Gate had not been destroyed. It had been unleashed. Below – Kael and Mira Mira threw her back against the wall, hand raised to block falling debris. Kael shielded her as stone fragments tumbled from the ceiling.

As the echoes faded, the silver veins in the earth began to pulse faster, spreading outward like wildfire toward the Gate. The wind screamed through the gorge as Kaelen crested the ridge. The world below no longer looked like the valley he’d sworn to protect. The ground pulsed with veins of light, rivers of silver snaking between shattered stones. The air shimmered like molten glass, bending and breaking the rain into prisms. And at the center of it all stood the Gate—a colossal arch of fractured crystal half-buried in the mountain. Its surface rippled like water, reflecting skies that didn’t belong to this world.

My mother's corpse touched the map with one cold finger. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "When the gods withdrew, Below-Prayer rose from everything they refused to hear. We could not destroy it. So I designed containment."