Beth Gabriel Walking Dead Novels & Stories

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.

“No, I won’t do it.” “What’s the big deal with going to town?” Gabriel’s stomach twisted as though he had swallowed a jar of bees. Town, where there were hundreds of people and he was a vampire. Desperate to get away from the situation, he turned and strode outside into the lightly falling snow. But to his surprise, she followed him right out, in her underwear. “What's your problem?” she asked, coming up behind him.

” “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."

I growl. I suspect his Beta did shit, and I know either me or Dean is going to want the pleasure of killing him, but I need him alive to ask. Gabriel shakes his head like he’s been in a trance. “Got it. And speaking of questions, I have a few for you.” He says, running off in the direction Cora was looking at, with the blonde following him. I nod my head, thinking the same. I did notice his eyes glowing red on occasion, like mine did, and maybe he can clue me in on what’s going on with me.

I slowly approach and hide behind a big tree to see what they are doing. Gabriel is tied to a big rock, and he has knife cuts over his whole body. His head is hanging on the side because he seems to have passed out. One of the dark humans is just starting to carve the name Hades on his chest. I feel sad and angry at the same time when I see what they did to Gabriel. "I have finally found a good guy, so I am not going to let them take him from me," I think to myself. I don't care that I am outnumbered by 1 to 100. I would rather die than let Gabriel suffer any further. I channel all my anger and walk into the open spot.

The nurse gives me directions after a quick check, and I nod in thanks, already turning— only to stop mid-step. Because he’s there. Walking toward the hallway. For a moment, I just stare. Gabriel looks… nothing like he usually does. His posture is still straight, still controlled—but it’s thinner now, like it’s barely holding him together. His eyes are red, his expression unreadable in that quiet, composed way he always has—but this time, I can see through it. The grief is there. Clear. Heavy. Our eyes meet. And I don’t think anymore.

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

He stayed laying on the small bed remembering everything that happened before he lost consciousness. A fight with Ezekiel. Being thrown off the bridge and then being stabbed by a sharp rock. He wasn't expecting to find himself laying on someone's bed and also being dressed up after waking up. It was obvious that Ezekiel did try to end him but he forgot the fact that killing a werewolf is not that easy. Especially when the werewolf is a hybrid. Gabriel was a blood of a witch and a werewolf that's why he had witch's powers as well. He could heal himself but right now he was more surprised by the fact that someone tried to help him.