Gates Of Babylon Novels & Stories

How? The gates were made out of powerful, thick steel rods that gave peeks into the paradise beyond it was protecting. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get much of a view of its beauty as scores of Blackvines Pack guards dressed in suits stood behind the barricades they had set in place against my G-wagon.

“The royal tomb has nine entrances and gates, eight of which are gates of the damned, and one of which is a gate of life. You can only enter Emperor Martyn’s royal tomb by correctly locating the gate of life. If you happen to open any gate of the damned, the tomb will be instantly destroyed.” Tyr couldn’t help but inhale sharply when he heard this.

The towering gates of the East Pack rose from the mist like ancient sentinels—blackstone laced with silver veins, pulsing faintly with enchantments meant to detect outsiders, and repel magic. The energy in the air shifted as Ava and Ashton approached, thick and oppressive like a brewing super storm.

It’s as if the pack outside has come to a conclusion to just wait until the gates collapse. With a grim resolve, I position myself in front, a few feet from the gates, my warriors mirroring my stance. We all stand as one, a wall of fur and canines, our suppressed guttural noises defiant in the face of impending doom. We watch and wait as the gates continue to creak and groan, their metal frame buckling under the strain. And then, with a deafening thud that echoes through the night, the gates finally give way, collapsing in a cascade of twisted steel and splintered wood.

The gate showed up without warning. Not because it was hidden—because it didn’t need to announce itself. It simply existed across the road like a decision had been made long ago that nobody got through without permission. Two sliding metal barriers, thick enough to stop a truck. A gatehouse set off to the side with tinted windows. A second set of gates behind the first, creating a narrow corridor—like they could trap a vehicle between them if they wanted. A sally port. My stomach tightened slightly. Not fear. Recognition.

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.

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.

Someone to give directions, perhaps, or at least a place to wait out the storm. The mist parted like a curtain as we approached, revealing what could only be described as gates. Not the simple wooden barriers you'd expect to find guarding a country estate, but massive iron constructions that belonged in fairy tales or fever dreams. They towered at least fifteen feet high, wrought in patterns too complex to follow in the dim light, crowned with spikes that looked sharp enough to pierce heaven itself. And they stood open. Not just unlatched or carelessly ajar, but thrown wide in a gesture of invitation that felt both welcoming and ominous. As if someone had been expecting me, waiting for this

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.

“Do you think we can really use this?” “Definitely, yes. I heard that the Book of Gates contains twelve hours, a series of gates that the soul should have safe passage. Each gate is said to be associated with a goddess with a specific title. The book is believed to help those who have departed to make their journey safe to the underworld.” “And we can use it as a last resort to defeat Priestess Nehes.” Everyone looked at Zadi when she finished saying it. “But how is that possible?” Eric asked in confusion. “If it’s for the dead, then it’s not applicable to the living people, is it?”