Gates Of Babylon Novels & Stories

"You are Patient Zero. You hold the uncorrupted Source in your blood. You have the power to break the Iron Lady’s leashes. You have the power to tear down the walls. The time for hiding is over, child. You must decide what kind of symbol you are going to be. Will you be the demon they fear, or the shield we need?" Before Baraka could formulate an answer, the heavy, rusted iron floodgate at the entrance of the Warren violently shuddered. The sound was deafening—a massive, concussive BOOM that shook dust from the ancient brick ceiling. The refugees screamed in panic, scattering away from the entrance. The floodgate buckled inward, a massive dent appearing in the center of the thick iron. "Musa

Evelyn noticed first. "What is it?" The Guardian slowly pointed toward a faded symbol. A mark nearly erased by time. Althea leaned closer. The symbol resembled a circle surrounded by seven smaller circles. Nothing remarkable. At least initially. The Guardian's face had gone pale. "The Seven Gates." Silence. Nobody moved. Then Evelyn whispered: "No." The Guardian nodded. "Yes." Varis frowned. "I don't understand." The Guardian looked up. His expression grim. "The First Path was never one doorway."

A narrow stone bridge, barely visible through the driving snow, curved farther up the mountain toward another hidden opening carved directly into the black rock. “The Heart Passage,” the guardian said. “Beyond it lies the second gate.” Ryan narrowed his eyes, trying to gauge the path ahead. “And after that? How many gates are there in total?” The guardian was silent for a moment, the wind whistling through its robes. “Three.” Caleb stared at the being, his jaw dropping slightly. “Of course there are three. Because one would have been too simple and two would have been lazy. Three gates of destiny. Fantastic.”

No wonder humans were weak. The Goblin stalked up the stone walk to the outer wall of the Tower. The gate was closed, a pair of imposing metal panels comprised of dozens of swords, both of human and Goblin manufacture. From the way they had been melded together, Gerth suspected that magic had been used. He doubted conventional metal work could have achieved the sort of woven effect of the blades intertwined. It was impressive, he supposed, but he took no great interest in them. A pair of Trolls stood beside the gates. He glared at the one on the right and said, “I wish to see the Raamija. Let me pass.”

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

That’s when she realized she was laying down. “Danielle, talk to me!” “What happened?” Dannie said, her voice oddly rough. “You collapsed and were unresponsive for almost a whole minute. Your nose is bleeding again, too.” He finally let go of her face and helped her sit up. “You were right,” she told him, feeling a little light-headed. “What do you mean?” “I found answers. Gates, the deabru are using gates to get into this world. Thankfully, none of the major gates exist anymore, but there are tons of little ones. I’m pretty sure I can close them which is what Laina meant by stopping them.”

The Southern Gates Elena embraced the hulk of the ancient oak as lunar light filtered through branches that had watched centuries of war, her beta senses mapping patrol routes created when the Southern Gates were the kingdom's most formidable defensive location. Before her feet on the ridge position, the great fortress complex stretched out across the valley entrance in a stone fist that had never loosened for any enemy.

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 gates were sixty feet high and three feet thick, forged from enchanted steel designed to withstand the siege of a rival kingdom. But they were buckling. With every deafening BOOM from the outside, the massive iron hinges shrieked in protest. Spiderweb fractures were actually beginning to form in the enchanted steel. The sheer, kinetic force required to dent those doors was mathematically impossible for a standard army. "They are battering the gates!" Torin roared, pulling his massive, double-bladed axe from his back as he sprinted to keep up with the King. "We need to brace the crossbeams!"

“Because it’s Hades realm and the god of the underworld is Agron’s brother…plus there is the simple fact that most of hell’s foundation is pure black obsidian, enough obsidian to temporarily render her powerless” “Fuck! How do we get to hell?” Jayden had asked. “There are a few gates scattered around the world. But I would have to ask around if anyone has heard anything and also about the location of the gates.” He had said. It took us another three days to come up with a war plan and to also locate the gates of hell. There really wasn’t much of a plan no matter how we went about it. The only one we had was to use the element of surprise.