Daniel Silva Books In Order Gabriel Allon Novels & Stories

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

📖 ⸻ Unlike every other book… It had no title. ⸻ No author. ⸻ No pages visible. ⸻ Only a black cover. ⸻ The moment Ilyaan saw it… Pain exploded through his mind. ⚡💥⚡ ⸻ Memories flooded his soul. ⸻ The Silent Sea. ⸻ The First War. ⸻ Auren. ⸻ The Second Dreamer. ⸻ And someone else. ⸻ Someone completely forgotten. ⸻

This was my chance. I moved quickly, scanning over the neatly arranged papers, opening a few drawers. Nothing. Moving to the bookshelves, I ran my fingers along the spines, searching for anything out of place. But Gabriel was meticulous, everything was in perfect order. No stray notes, no hidden compartments. Damn it, I know he's Dante Salvador, but he's so good at covering his tracks Just as I was about to give up, I heard footsteps approaching. I hurried back to my seat, composing myself just as Gabriel re-entered the office.

17 VIKTOR The silence between us was thick with something unspoken. Sabrina sat across from me, her eyes avoiding mine, her fingers twisted in the hem of her shirt. She hadn’t spoken much since the mission, and that was fine. I didn’t need her words, not yet. She was mine, even when she wasn’t fully aware of it. I leaned back in my chair, watching her. The weight of the world seemed to press on her delicate frame. She was unraveling, slowly but surely. Good. That was exactly how I wanted her.

“Really.” She doesn’t look convinced, but she lets it go. That evening, I lock myself in my room and open my laptop, trying to catch up on readings. Criminal law. Justice systems. Evidence. The irony is almost funny. I’m studying how to prosecute monsters while sleeping with one. My encrypted phone vibrates. Silvano: Come to the balcony in twenty minutes. Need to see you. My stomach flips with a mix of anger and anticipation. I hate how easily he summons me. I hate how much I want to go.

I confess. Luca stands too, towering over me. “Then just… feel. I’ll be here. When you’re ready.” I walk away, not because I want to—but because I have to. ***** Back home, the apartment is silent. Daniel sits at the edge of the couch. He’s holding the journal. Open. I stop breathing. He looks up, eyes darker than I’ve ever seen. “I read everything.” Oh god. He rises slowly, holding a page out. My handwriting. The page that started with Luca’s mouth tasted like sin and surrender. I shake my head. “Daniel, I—”

I hated it with him. Gabriel stepped forward. He looked at Silas like two men who read the ocean differently. “You can’t come into my job and buy the book.” Silas shrugged. “I can. And I will. The ledger is not just a book. It is leverage. Leverage buys time, doors, and deaths. You want the ledger, Mr. Cross you will give me something I can hold until the dust settles.” Maya’s fingers were on Rico’s wrist. Lela’s mouth moved like a woman trying to find the truth. Adrian’s eyes pinned to mine.

There was no mistake. No doubt. But the relief did not last. Because just below that relief was the heavier question. Daniel. If Sandra was his… Then Daniel wasn’t. And that meant the betrayal wasn’t confusion. It wasn’t timing. It wasn’t a mistake. It was real. And deliberate. Gabriel closed his laptop slowly. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. “I need to know,” he whispered. Not because he wanted to push Daniel away. Not because he loved him less.

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Truths in Chains The convoy roared down the highway, the sound of the burning warehouse fading into the distance. Aaron sat in tense silence, his gaze locked on Daniel, who sat across from him with his hands restrained. Sofia could feel the weight of the moment pressing on all of them. Daniel had secrets—secrets that could finally unravel the network of betrayal Damon had constructed. “Start talking,” Aaron demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Daniel hesitated, his eyes darting nervously between Aaron and Sofia. “It’s more complicated than you think. Damon wasn’t the one who started all of this. He’s just part of something… bigger.”

"I've heard so much about you. The exorcist heir who captured an Alpha's attention despite all the reasons he shouldn't have. Fascinating." Gabriel felt Dominic tense beside him, felt the possessiveness radiating through the mate bond even as his mate's expression remained perfectly controlled. Silas noticed it too, from the way his smile widened with satisfaction. "I'd love to hear your story," Silas continued, still holding Gabriel's hand. "Perhaps we could have lunch sometime this week? I'm sure Dominic wouldn't mind sharing you for an afternoon." "Gabriel's schedule is full," Dominic said, his voice dropping to something dangerous. His hand on Gabriel's back became almost painful in its