Beth Gabriel Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Gabriel dismounts his bike, zipping and buttoning his pants up, then helps me down. Ruby flings her arms around me, hugging me as tightly as she can. “Don’t leave me again.” She says with a huff. Then peeling herself away she looks at all the males I had brought home with me. Her eyes light up like a child with a new toy. “Anything from Crane?” Gabriel asks Beta Branston as soon as he stands before us. Beta Branston shakes his head, “Thankfully, no.” He states, looking at the large gathering of rogues.

Alpha Gabriel knew the importance of solving the problem and complaints that were mentioned during the meeting before it escalated and cause bloodshed Later that night,after Gabriel spies had given him an update on the betrayal wolves, Gabriel left his palace, when it was dark outside, quietly and smoothly, he moved towards the wood area,he remained vigilant and highly aware of his surroundings, using some powers. He had a feeling that someone was keeping an eye on him. Gabriel went to the inner and less accessible part of the forest, he could see some group of people gathering in the darkest area of the forest, he hoped his suspicions weren't right, Although they were speaking in soft tones

As his nights with Chloe increased, Isabella’s messages had grown fewer and fewer, as though she were silently venting her anger through absence. Until— He reached the message Chloe had forged, pretending to summon Isabella and their son back to the Coven for the child’s birthday. And then— The final message. I wish you happiness. Goodbye. Forever. Gabriel’s composure shattered completely. His fingers flew across the screen, trembling uncontrollably. “Isabella, I know the truth now. Don’t be angry anymore. Please come back.” “You don’t have to think about me—but think about our son. Where can you take him? Are you really going to let him become an Outcast Vampire?”

"Bring Eva back safely. We'll be waiting for you." Gabriel nodded in understanding, a mixture of gratitude and sadness tugging at his heart. After exchanging a brief but tender moment, Clara closed her eyes and, with a surge of energy, teleported herself away, leaving Gabriel alone in front of the imposing warehouse. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, Gabriel approached the warehouse entrance, his senses on high alert. However, as he turned the corner, he was suddenly halted by hurried footsteps approaching him.

Gabriel was still struggling with his leg which was stuck to the rock as the mountain erupted and there was a loud bang breaking all the mountains into pieces. "No! I love you Sarah." Said Gabriel who had given up but suddenly felt his feet suddenly up in the air and looking forward he saw the werewolf goddess smiling towards him. "You might not be an Alpha, Gabriel. But your boldness is beyond measure. I'm so sorry for coming late. I went to attend to something quickly. This bird will take you home safely. See you some other time." The werewolf goddess disappeared as Gabriel watched her with a surprise in his eyes as he has never seen such a beautiful creature before.

“If you don’t mind, can you picture where you want to go with as many details as possible? I will just touch your temple for a second to see where we need to go.” “Okay,” Gabriel said, sitting up straighter. He thought about where they left off their search yesterday. He pictured the trees, the underbrush, and the large fallen tree that had been there for several years that was slowly starting to rot. He tensed as Breanna approached him. “Relax,” she said. “This won’t hurt a bit.” She placed two fingers on either side of his head and a vacant look appeared in her eyes. After a few seconds she removed her fingers and blinked her eyes. “Got it. When do you want to go?”

Maeve and Dougal almost throw down over an accidental shoulder bump, and that’s when Gabriel decides it’s time for a chat. “Hot take, fam,” he says, clapping his hands. “Gather round. Uncle Gabe’s got some tea to spill. The reason y’all wanna unalive everyone is your Throne heem—makes you feel hella pressed to yeet people through walls. God vibes are off, and that gives you mad BDE.” We all stare at him. “…What the absolute fuck did he just say?” I ask first, bless me. Michael sighs. “Gabriel spent the last century on Earth. He speaks fluent human slang. And refuses to stop.”

As my eyes begin to droop closed, I can’t help but wonder who she is. Lucifer and I were having breakfast this morning when Michael appeared before us. His expression was shuttered, and his shoulders were stiff when he sat across from us. Reaching forward, I patted his hand and offered him a cup of coffee. Michael accepted the cup and took several sips before he spoke. “I found Gabriel. He’s actually in Egypt dealing with a horde of Ammit demons who are terrorizing the desert tribes. He wasn’t very happy to hear from me, but he agreed to meet with us.”

Gabriel came walking out silently a moment later, jerking his head into the room as he spoke into my mind, 'grab the girl. He brushed by me carefully, with Olivia laying limp in his arms, flanked on both sides by warriors. I waited until she was a few steps away before turning and rushing into the room. I could hear them breathing, but could not see them until I stepped forward. There, lying face down on the ground between the beds, was the most glorious creature to ever have been put on this Earth.

“Oh, baby—are you hurt? Are you alright? Talk to me!” He shook his head against my chest, curls damp with sweat. “I’m fine…” He paused, his little body trembling. “But he’s not fine.” I froze. My grip loosened just enough for me to pull him back, my eyes narrowing. “Who?” Abriel’s tiny hand lifted, pointing behind me. My blood iced. I turned, following the small, trembling finger— And saw him. Gabriel. He lay sprawled on the ground, his body too still, blood seeping dark into the earth beneath him. His chest rose shallow, every breath a battle.