Gate Of Babylon Novels & Stories

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 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

It was the last barrier between Joana’s darkness and the fragile light of everything Lucy had come to love. And she would not let it fall. The first impact of the battering ram against the eastern gate reverberated through the entire estate like a thunderclap. The massive wooden doors shuddered, dust drifting from the stone arch overhead. A groan of terror escaped the defenders stationed nearby, but Gabriel’s voice cut through their fear. “Brace it!” he roared. Men rushed forward with heavy beams, wedging them against the gate, straining their bodies against the impact of the next blow. Wood splintered but held for now.

"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.

When Below-Prayer spoke, every incense flame bent down. It did not have one voice. It had the voice of every person who had begged into silence and died waiting. "Hungry," it said. The word shook teeth in skulls. The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The ash-light pressed against every window while a dead radio 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.

“The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.” My own brows fall, a frown shading my face. Sir Brak seems to realise now that I have heard neither of Portals nor how they concern an unconscious jump between the English and the Asian worlds. He smiles as he speaks, “Portals are like supernatural gateways. They travel a long distance within a short while.” I simply nod as we leave the building. We soon arrive at another that is quite far… and smaller too. Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans.

Luke snickered and left his office. * * * * * * ** * * * * * ** * * * * * ** * * * * * * Annie finally arrived at the house in the address. It was one of the building she had never thought she would see in physical. The building was tall, the gates were gigantic and magnificent. There was a bold inscribtion on one side of the building "THE SANTIAGO". Annie refused to close her mouth which was wide agape. "I'm sure I don't need to knock, there must be hidden cameras" Annie said to herself. She remained and the gate and started shouting hello. Not quiet long, a young lady, neatly dresses in a white shirt and high waist dark skirt came out.

I was the bridge, and the bridge was starting to crack under the weight of their egos. “We have reached the first station,” Hala said, pointing ahead. Through the thinning mist, a massive structure began to loom. It wasn't a tower or a palace. It was a gate—a colossal archway made of black obsidian and white bone, reaching five hundred feet into the grey sky. It was carved with the images of a thousand wolves, all of them kneeling before a central figure who had no face. The Gate of the First Abandonment. At the base of the gate, a figure was waiting.