Gates Of Babylon Gilgamesh Novels & Stories

Cazer knew better than to be shaken by the manipulations of her selective devinations as he spoke. “Very well, I want you to tell me all that you know of the Moon Gate.” Cazer conceded. No changes about his expression or the inflection of his voice to indicate his surprise that she had managed to distinguish his intentions easily. The sorceress slunk back, seemingly displeased not to have provoked a more entertaining response from Cazer, she rasped again, “It is not for me to divulge the secrets of the other Gateways to mortals.”

God, I thought Caius had this book destroyed after what it did to Agron. I swallowed, looking at the thing with morbid curiosity. Elegant but still crude markings flowed out across the cover; I recognized them as cuneiform. On the surface were reliefs of strange creatures I’d never seen before and wolf-like beings. Whatever scene was being depicted, it wasn’t friendly. *It’s the Great War, the war with the deabru. These books are what they used to create the great gates from their world to ours and practice the evil magic that perverted the very essences of the soul. They were supposed to be destroyed on sight.*

I was here to change that, to win the impossible battle and design my own throne. Approaching the wrought-iron gates, I noted the intricate designs of wolves in mid-howl and moons in various phases—each symbol telling the story of battles fought and won. A thrill ran through me. This was it, the beginning of my journey to claim the leadership denied to me by birthright. With a final glance at the towering structure before me, I stepped forward, crossed the iron gates, and walked through the green clearing. Each step filled me with excitement and happiness until a group of seven or eight male wolves burst out of the large door of the edifice, some stumbling in their haste, their expressions f

JERICHO I scrubbed a hand down my face, scratching the stubble coating my jaw as my eyes skimmed over lines and lines of unintelligible scrawl. If the book wasn't written in a code I couldn't crack, it was also written in scrawl only a doctor could probably decipher. Then it hit me.

“I see. You don’t even have a phone so I guess I can expect that much.” ‘A phone?’ Before she could ask Jina what is a phone Jina already started with her explanation. “You see, three months ago those gates started appearing they are like portals of some sort. There are two types of ‘gates’. The first one is a ‘blue gate’. In a blue gate people fight monsters inside. The other one is a ‘red gate’, if people is the one entering a blue gate in the case of a red gate, the monsters are the ones coming out or maybe in their perspective, going in. There are some cases when blue gates turn into red gates. Monsters coming out in a red gate only stop after a whole day or should I say it closes?”

Once they are scanned every type of vehicle could enter easily. These four gates have special beasts that protect them. The four gates of hell are arranged in a special way across Ash city. It is easy to detect in the spiritual realm but it is impossible to detect in the physical realm. It doesn’t matter the level one has attained in the conjuration ladder. Its entry is strictly by invitation.

The Gate was alive with energy, pulsing in rhythm with his presence, acknowledging his authority as its chosen guardian. As he stepped closer, the runes on the Gate shimmered and changed, the lines of ancient symbols twisting and reforming before his eyes. They were patterns he recognized—warnings, instructions, cryptic glimpses into the unknown. The power within the Gate surged, a wave of energy so intense it brought Veyron to his knees. His hands cradled his head as the visions flooded him.

Mitchell placed hers over it. Nikolai laid his palm last. The moment they touched the stone as one, the world shattered. The battlefield vanished. The wind stopped. The sky turned white. They stood in a vast emptiness , not space, not time , something in between. Before them rose three gates of flame. Each gate bore a symbol , a wolf, a dagger, a heart. And before them, a voice, low and endless: Only one may pass. One truth. One lie. One death.

Six Months Ago (Part 2.1) GILDEON He smashed through the metal gates with a deafening roar, turning the garrison entrance into a chaotic mess of stone and steel. Towers crumbled, columns toppled, and bodies were trampled under his feet as he charged ahead. His dragon was hungry for destruction.

He demanded an access card, a symbol of our legitimacy in this clandestine gathering. Without hesitation, we retrieved our golden coins, cherished tokens that held significance within our world. One by one, we dropped our coins into a bucket that dangled from a chain suspended in the air. The clinking sound echoed through the hall, a subtle reminder of the weight of our choices and the price we will pay. The man with reddish eyes observed us intently, his expression inscrutable. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded in acknowledgement. "You may proceed," he uttered, granting us passage into the heart of the Babylon Tower.