Gates Of Babylon Novels & Stories

Soon, she would heal and the trail would die. “Prince Stone, it is an unexpected honor,” A guard snapped a salute at me, as I entered the building that housed the Gate. Gates were positioned in countless places around the human world and manned by fae of different houses. They were there to provide sanctuary to the fae who requested it, or stop and detain those who were fleeing. Humans couldn’t see them, which was good for them, as wandering through a Gate would send them to the Fae world, from which, they would never return.

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.

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

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.

It was a testament to the lives that had been intertwined with the very fabric of the world, their destinies forever entwined with forces far greater than themselves. Jericho and Sable paused before a massive stone door, intricately adorned with celestial motifs and guarded by two statues of ancient guardians. As they studied the door, a soft whisper brushed against their ears, carrying an otherworldly promise of truth and revelation.

The gates were black. Not decoratively black — not the ornamental iron of old estates trying to suggest history they hadn't earned. These gates were functional, reinforced, built with the specific intention of keeping things out and holding things in, and they were the largest Lyra had ever seen. They rose from stone pillars thick enough to be structural in an earthquake, topped with ironwork that wasn't decorative either — it was a warning rendered in metal, repeating. She sat forward slightly in her seat without meaning to.

They passed by skyscrapers, old buildings, and fancy neighborhoods, it didn’t take long for Halle to realize that they had left the capital, and strangely enough, she had expected that the Stones would live in the capital just like the other high folk. Halle knew she was tired but she was enjoying the view, it counted as a good distraction from her nervously beating heart. Soon the car slowed down when they reached a large gate, maybe the entrance to some fancy rich people's estate of some sort. The gates were a mixture of gold and silver, the small and big metal bars intricately crafted and designed to push, twist, and curve against each other. The gates were beautiful and it made her think

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.

It stood between us and the chaos of the world outside, keeping out the rogues and anyone else who sought to harm us. It had four gates on each side. The typical, west, east, north, and south gates. Four entrances, heavily guarded. Perhaps I should have made only two gates but when I thought about the situation where panic has risen.... people would need more than one way to escape. I wasn’t about to doom everyone due to my paranoia. Although my people only used two gates I’ve been seen only mentioning two gates.

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.