Gate Of Babylon Novels & Stories

If not you, then your descendants will enter The new Eden again. "Then Babylon will be destroyed, as will the Tree of life. - It's your choice! - No, this is the fate of a free man… The first drop of rain that fell on the land of the city of Babylon announced the decision of the Supreme Father. Noah built the ark, knowing that only those who repented and who are ready to build a new world can be saved. However, the rest of the people in the city of Babylon rejected the favor of the Supreme Father until the very last second of their lives. The Supreme Father asked Noah for the last time in his life to write the third commandment on the tablets of the Bible.

he nodded toward the yard, "has dulled my sense of the Gate." "Until now." I stroked the soft fur of his head as he sighed, the heat of his breath warming my leg even through my jeans. "Until now. And, to be fair, Gates are very well guarded, for obvious reasons. They are pathways, Syd, between here and the realm. If some mortal were to stumble on one, the consequences could be catastrophic." "So what's up with this one?" I had to press my hand against my left knee to keep it from jiggling in impatience.

a towering archway of living stone and blue obsidian that hummed with a frequency that predated the corporations by ten thousand years. "It is a shortcut to the center of the galaxy, Dad!" Toby shouted, his silver blur pausing long enough to scan the gate’s interface. "The First Father didn't just walk here; he built a highway. But the Shadow Nebula is trying to wrap itself around the gate to choke it off."

He was having fun following Arabella’s lead. Adrain was horrified. The gates were at least twenty feet high as though they were expecting a giant. The bars within the gate was made of gold, the outer edges were covered in gold coins. For a moment, Adrian’s greed kicked in, at least until he got a good look at what lay behind them.

HE smiles in satisfaction as HE grins in pure delight, but with slight malice just for fun, whispering the words. “Well then.” With a quick snap and the echoing sound that engulfs the place, the pentagram of the gates draws unto the floor. With its distinct color and hue, a gate appears with a symbol that does not resemble any other else, but a special type of one. A unique one, and more likely a special door that does not just link from one person to another, from one god and with its distinction, but everything that falls under the truth of the seven worlds and books.

a gravelly voice greeted at the door, a voice I recognized all took well. "Mr. Gibson, it's good to see you again. I didn't know you were going to drop by," Jericho stepped aside and gestured for my father to enter the apartment. "I had some free time so I thought I'd check in on my girl," my father said, his stern manner of speaking automatically making me sit up straighter while squaring my shoulders.

He placed a hand on her chest. “You have the light... of both moons. Let it guide you.” Then he was gone. The next day, they reached the Gate of Mourning. It stood thirty feet tall, black stone inlaid with gold. Chains wrapped around it, pulsing with energy. “This is it,” Saelith said. “The place where the world can break. The Codex must be placed at the altar before the gate opens.” Elizabeth approached the altar, Codex in hand. But the ground trembled.

Malachai said, “if she falters, it will find someone else to carry the weight.” Lyra’s grip tightened on the reins. “It won’t have to.” Cassian gave a thin smile. “And here I thought I was the dramatic one.” *** By the time the horizon blazed with dawn, they saw it — a wall of black stone rising from the frost, alive with cracks of white light. The Gate. Even from a distance, it looked less like a structure and more like a wound torn through reality. Energy bled from it in shimmering waves, bending the air around it.

Like a lantern hidden beneath a blanket. Corin stopped walking. His eyes filled with emotion. "I never get used to it." Nobody answered. Because we understood. A city surviving centuries of silence deserved awe every single time. Then Hope pointed. Naturally. "What's that?" The question drew everyone's attention. At the edge of the city stood a gate. Massive. Circular. Silver-white. The structure rose between two crystal towers. Its surface covered in carvings. Roads. Lanterns. Stars. The familiar symbols appeared again.

Normally wide open, the gate was now stubbornly closed, throwing eerie shadows over the cobblestone road leading to the magnificent entryway. This gate was unlike your typical wall. A testament to its powerful appearance and cutting-edge technological features, it was a massive building. Because of its enormous size and the fine detail on its wrought-iron bars, it attracted notice.exuding a sense of elegance and strength. But beyond its aesthetics, it was the gate's cutting-edge control system that truly distinguished it from the mundane. And Rose remembered that it functioned on its own accord.