Gate Of Babylon Novels & Stories

As I spoke, the gate began to resonate with our intentions, recording the destination we had chosen, ready to unveil the past we sought to explore. "Is there such a place?" She asked. I attempted a smile, though my body was increasingly succumbing to numbness. "It is known as Babel." As the name left my lips, the gate designated for the past began to glow, having recorded our chosen destination. A soft, ethereal membrane that veiled the gate parted, inviting us to step through. "Are you sure you're coming with me?" I asked Aurora, seeking confirmation of her readiness for the journey ahead.

While feasting on the freshly gathered fruits, Lowan shared, "I’ve heard of this place before. It’s one of the seven wonders of the world, but no one have actually seen it. Most believe that this place is actually a myth." Lethe, being the tour guide she is, explained, "As mentioned, this is the hanging garden of Babylon. It was given that name because this garden is literally hanging over several dimensions meaning that this place is not easy to locate especially to mortals; however, the Babylonians were the first mortal civilisation to discover this rift." "I don’t get it. What do you mean it’s hanging over several dimensions?" Noah asked.

In their minds, she was already gone from the fight. Far down the corridor, Ryan reached the final door. It was not made of wood or simple stone. It was a heavy, rune-sealed gate, ancient and layered with binding magic that made the air hum with a sickly sweetness. His chest tightened. “She’s here.” Caleb looked at the massive barrier. “Yeah. That’s not meant to be opened by anything living.” Ryan stepped forward without hesitation. “Move.” Caleb started working the sigils, his hands moving with focused speed. “Give me a second—”

Ilyria, Miasma and Thassa paused at the iron and gold gates. The Gates of Perception they were called. Ilyria had never been this close to them. As a child she had been told they were enchanted. Any person wishing to see the Mogul had to pass the test of the Gates of Perception. Those who did not come with noble intentions would be incinerated as they passed through.

She circled again, got her bearings, and headed towards the eastern side of the city. As she flew closer, down below she sensed a great commotion. Thousands of people were milling around the eastern side of Jerusalem, and they all seemed to be congregating around one entrance. The eastern gate. As Caitlin looked down, she saw the eastern gate: it was huge—a hundred feet high, arched and solid gold, with intricate carvings all over it. Above it, up high, in the ramparts, were dozens of Roman soldiers, patrolling, keeping watch on the city.

And in it’s place, a single word echoed through my head, not heard but known, bewitching me. “Go.” My eyes fell on it and it widened. I froze, staring. My mind reeled and a gasp fled my throat. “What the-” Standing at the end of the corridor was a door. No, this was five times bigger than a door. It was a gate. Massive, arching like the entrance to some sacred tomb. Twelve feet high, if not more. It shimmered a deep bronze-gold, fluid as if it were molten one moment ago. Intricate symbols adorned its face, not static, but moving. Breathing. Some looked like eclipsed moons, others like eyes - some open, some shut.

The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with the scent of pine and raw, predatory aggression. ​"That's impossible," Orion growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to shake the very bookshelves. He stepped forward, his massive chest heaving. "That gate is reinforced with three-inch thick silver plating and ancient Thorne blood-seals. It hasn't been opened since the Great War. It’s only accessible by those with the highest security clearance in the North." ​"Then one of your Council members is a liar," Caleb said. His voice was dropping into that low, predatory register that made the hair on Elara’s neck stand up.

"The sacrifice is complete. The daughter has bled for the King, and the King has wept for the daughter. Now... the Gate can open." Suddenly, the ground beneath us began to shake. A massive, obsidian archway began to rise from the center of the canyon floor—the Primal Gate.

It pressed itself flat against the upper reaches of the chamber, its massive form shrinking, condensing, becoming less than it had been only moments before. A warden bowing before its prisoner. Kael stared at it, then at the abyss, horror dawning in stages. “That thing,” he said hoarsely. “That’s not another god.” “No,” I whispered. The chains burned hotter as the Gate forced more of itself through me, pouring knowledge directly into my bones. “It’s the reason gods were invented.” The abyss pulsed again, and reality answered. The walls of the chamber peeled apart, revealing layers beneath layers—structures built atop ruins built atop bones that were never flesh. The Gate’s true foundation st

He must exit via the gate to the human realm. Before him are four gates: human, supernatural, gods, and hell. Colton must choose the correct gate. I see him pause and look . Gate One has roses without thorns perfect in every way. I hear his thoughts. ‘Too perfect, my world has both beauty and pain.’ I smile. Gate two is covered in purple and gold roses with thorns. ‘Magical like the supernatural realm.’ Again I smile. Third gate burns but red roses covering it don’t. ‘Maybe but I should look at the fourth to be sure.’