Gate Of Babylon Novels & Stories

Rain misted Evelyn’s face as she stepped onto the overlook. Rowan came beside her. Gabriel stood on her other side, silent. For once, neither man spoke. Below, the eastern gate was visible through a gap in the terrain. Closed. Barricaded from the outside. Vehicles had been piled before it, not like refugees waiting to enter, but like a desperate wall built after something had already tried to get through. Warren stared at it, pale beneath the dirt on his face. “That gate is never sealed from the outside,” he said.

Massive waves crashed against jagged rocks below while storm clouds churned overhead. Lightning illuminated the horizon. Not white lightning. Silver. The same silver that lived inside the gates. The same silver that flowed through my blood. A city stood beneath the cliff. Ancient. Enormous. Half submerged beneath the sea. Its towers rose from the water like the bones of something long dead. And at the center stood another gate. The Third Gate. Larger than Blackthorn's. Larger than the desert gate. Its surface glowed beneath the storm while hundreds of figures moved around it.

Another woman clutched her child closer as they passed, her gaze fixed sharply on me. We kept walking, deeper and deeper past the murmuring crowd until the path opened up into something much larger than I expected. My breath hitched. Before us stretched a massive gate—iron bars twisted with ancient carvings of moons and wolves, so tall it seemed to scrape the sky. The walls around it were built of stone older than time itself, and the earth beneath my boots vibrated faintly, as if even the land knew this was sacred ground. Two guards stood at either side of the gate. They weren’t just big—they looked terrifying. Their broad shoulders and stone-hard faces made me wonder if they were carved fr

He bellowed, his voice echoing his urgency. The guards at the gate sprang into action, their movements a blur as they worked together to close the massive barrier. Amani’s army pressed forward, a formidable surge of power and precision, closing the distance with terrifying speed. They were mere feet away when the gate clanged shut with a resounding thud, the impact thrumming through the air. The sudden barrier brought them to an abrupt halt, their momentum broken as they skidded to a stop just inches from the gate. Amani’s eyes burned with fury, her chest heaving as she stared down the obstacle that dared to stand in their way.

Then the gates hissed open. The sky above shimmered. The Citadel still glowed like a cruel dream. But here, in the gut of the ruins, something else pulsed — real, sharp, and rising. A plan was in motion. And the eyes in the sky had seen just enough to matter.

There was a commotion between the men as they worked to barricade the front door like Alexander the Great was on the other side about to claim Persia in the name of Macedonia. There was another loud bang, like Theo was trying to take down the door with explosives. Our front door was heavy and made out of iron, and now I understood why. It was the gates to the keep, the entryway to a king’s fortress, and it wasn’t coming down without an army to plow through it.

The stench of burned metal and wet dust hung hard in the air when I reached the foot of the rock. Kael was completely free from the gigantic, sloping steel gates of Bunker Beta. His vast presence seemed like the massive mountain massif in the background an ancient war god who returned to his domain. I went to his side, the fine ash sand crawled under my boots. The heavy gates were divided with an ear-powdering ark, but they opened only a few meters far – the hinges were through the months

GABRIEL’S POV I stepped up to the building, my senses prickling with a strange, unsettling feeling. The air felt heavier than usual, thick with anticipation and something darker lurking just beneath the surface. The building’s exterior is a mix of ancient gothic and modern design, crafted from a dark, enchanted stone that shimmers with a hint of iridescence under moonlight. As I approached the entrance, a wide staircase, illuminated by lanterns that flicker as if alive, leads up to a grand set of double doors made of deep mahogany and reinforced with shimmering silver inlays. The doors bear the emblem of the Council. A serpent entwined with a vine, signifying unity among supernatural beings.

“The object of the game, Master Kevin, is to reach enlightenment, the Gateway to Understanding. That is what a player hopes to win.” Without taking his eyes off us, he laid down another tile offering two plain, etched-in-black characters . . . “This means ‘gateway.’ It is what Sốphận players seek, the Gateway to Understanding.” Kevin folded his arms, looking interested. “Understanding? Of what?” Mr. Trung smiled but it wasn’t his same, kindly-old man expression. This smile seemed enigmatic . . . maybe even a little threatening. “Of everything, Master Kevin. Understanding of the self, of the surrounding world. Of the Ancients, even the universe. But the Gateway is guarded by the Four Sacred B

"You came here hoping to destroy us. You were once a gatekeeper like us Demonya, you the extent of our powers, your followers will be struck down easily. Seems to me like your outmatched." Demonya smiled wickedly. "Appearances can be deceiving my old friend, you see across the mortal realm portals are opening and my wraiths will seize each world in my name. The six of you have no chance of winning. Your precious Daughter of Vienna is locked away and her army is leaderless. Looks to me like you've underestimated me again."