Beth Gabriel Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Gabriel POV I step out of my car and make my way to the building where my office located. Actually it's my building, I am CEO of Hudson Company where my father was the founder and now I am inheriting his legacy. The door open and all eyes immediately turn towards me. Not a big deal to me, it's a daily bases to me to see that my employees are all hard core fan of mine! Especially the ladies! Conceited much? I went inside the elevator and pressed the floor of my office once I reached the top the door opened and I see my secretary / fuck buddy smiling at me sexily trying to seduce.

It was as if the entity’s brief, emerald-green gaze had siphoned the literal vitality right out of the soil. Gabriel walked at the head of the column, his massive frame radiating a steady, protective alpha fire that acted as a physical heat source for the shivering wolves marching behind him. He refused to shift into his wolf form, keeping his human shape so he could carry Gina securely against his chest. Her head rested against his shoulder, her silver hair spilling over his leather vest like spilled starlight. Though her breathing had returned to a deep, even rhythm, the white crescent mark on her forehead remained faint, a subtle reminder of the immense psychic strain she had endured to o

As Vincent's soft breathing turned into light snores, I carefully reached for his phone, pressing his finger against the sensor to unlock it. His messages with Emma Ortega popped up immediately. Vincent: [Good news—Sophia might be pregnant. Once we get the baby's umbilical cord blood, you'll be cured.] Emma: [Really? That's amazing! When I'm healthy again, what do you plan to do with her and the child?] Vincent: [Don't worry. Once everything is over, I'll send them away. They won't interfere with your life.]

I asked him after my scream came to a halt, and I realized I wasn’t going to fall in, as long as he had a hold of me. “Proving to you that you are the descendant of my Goddess, and the savior I have been waiting for.” Gabriel said as he pulled a dagger from within his pocket, exposing the sharp blade of the dagger to me. Fear instantly rushed through me at the site of it, as the fire pit of hell reflected off the shiny metal of the blade, and I wondered how much of my damn blood he needed to prove this to me. Sticking my hand out to him, wanting to get this over with, because I wanted down from on top of this smoldering hot ledge, and I knew the only way we were going to leave here was to le

Carla paused before starting again, "Today, I Carla Victoria Gibberson, calls upon the heavens that are the witness of my judgment and decides you the death sentence in the name of the moon goddess, who has created us all and has created us kings and queens to maintain the law and order in the world." With that, Carla growled one more time before she bit into his flesh, making me gag at the sight.

Gabriel was quick as a fly, over by each of them before they could blink and he ripped one heart, and two heads, and on the last guy, the one who kicked me, Gabe’s hand just went straight through and out through his spine. He was covered in blood and dropped the last head from his hand. “Where the fuck is my brother?”

It was a tough decision, but be was confident it would pay off. ***** Gayle slipped past the hallway of Caleb's mansion. There were a few guards on ground, but considering most of them had gone off to join the battle with Alejandro, and there was barely anyone in her way, as she headed toward Caleb’s chamber. The familiarity of his scent hit her, but she noticed it had been tainted with another she found unfamiliar.

” “But...but..” "No, but Victoria, No buts, dear one; just don’t mention it. It is a vision. And I don’t know what the vision means. But I will proceed with my study now to pray and search for the face of Yeshua. By the way, it's almost morning. Do your prayers and get ready for church.” Gabriel said, adjusting his rumpled nightgown before getting down from the bed and proceeding in the direction of his study. ***

But they stopped. Twenty feet away, they simply stopped. Gabriel walked through the parted ranks, his sword sheathed, his hands empty. He smiled when he saw me. "Hello, Maya. Miss me?" Before I could respond, he raised his hand. And from the shadows behind him, they dragged out a figure I recognized immediately. Ethan. Barely conscious. Covered in blood. But alive. "I believe this belongs to you," Gabriel said pleasantly. "Though I am afraid the wolfsbane is doing quite a number on him. He probably has an hour left. Maybe less."

Gabriel walked over to the window and stood there. "Why are you doing this, Gabriel?" Emily inquired. She was grateful for the ability to speak and that she hadn't been mistreated in any way. In her current condition, she was being given some consideration. She dreaded to think of what Drake might have done to her otherwise. Gabriel smiled and shrugged. "Honestly, I'm not sure anymore," he admitted, glancing at Sapphire, who appeared surprised. "My men were killed, more than the werewolves. I'm not pleased about that."