Gabriel Allon Series Novels & Stories

Gabriel asked with a confused look. "Don't act like you have no idea what I'm talking about, Gabriel. And please, assure me you didn't kill her." Andrea asked more calmly, wiping a nonexistent sweat off her forehead. Gabriel had a lewd smirk on his face as he held up his head with one hand, "Attorney Allison? Is she one of the attorneys who served as judge for your entrance into R.D Law Firm?" "Daddy?" Gabriel revealed a triumphant smile. This was Gabriel Accardo's little secret. He was high and mighty in front of every other person who wasn't his daughter or granddaughter.

After his last statement, Gabriel rushed into the hotel and used his sense of smell to track Selena to room 111. He bashed into the room and saw Selena resting on the cold tiles. In a hurry, Gabriel headed over to her. He threw his coat over her, then lifted her from the floor, and held her in his arms. "What the hell happened here?" Guss inquired in disbelief when he entered the room and stared at the fourteen dominant alpha dead bodies on the floor. "Don't you have eyes?" Gabriel stated. "How can an omega murder fourteen dominant alphas?" "She didn't do it. They did."

“Hey. Are you okay?” I leaned back slightly against the headboard, forcing a lighter tone into my voice. “Are you like Alpha Elias’s beta or something?” I asked. “Why do you even have his phone?” Gabriel laughed softly on the other end. “No,” he said. “Nothing that fancy. I’m just trying to extract some information stored in his phone. That’s all.” I hummed, nodding even though he couldn’t see me. “How’s that going?” I asked. “Can you guys tell me what you’re planning now?”

Lila lay back against the pillow and looked at the ceiling and breathed, and felt Aurora turn once more in the warm dark, slow and certain and entirely, stubbornly, magnificently alive. Across the city, at ten forty-seven in the morning, Fortier's team executed three simultaneous warrants. The first was in Midtown, at the address Doyle had given Will, a serviced apartment building, unremarkable on the outside, the kind of place designed specifically to be forgotten. They found Gabriel's belongings but not Gabriel. The apartment had been vacated within the last two hours. The bed had been slept in. A coffee cup on the kitchen counter was still warm. He had moved.

I look at my brothers before I look at my son, “Apolliana has been unleashed. Did anything else occur?” Gabriel interjects before Fallon can answer, “Yes, the seas are rising, and the forests are dying. How could you be so irresponsible, Lucifer?” I grit my teeth as Fallon turns to face Gabriel and glares, “Who the bloody hell do you think you are?” Gabriel arches a brow as he runs his gaze appraisingly over Fallon’s form. “I do not have to answer to an abomination.” Before Fallon can attack, I step between them, “Stop it! We don’t have time for this!”

As Gabriel planned his next grand gesture to win Antonia’s heart fully, Jonathan was digging for the truth, one that might change everything. *********** Jonathan made the call he’d been avoiding. A private investigator. A week later, Jonathan received the first batch of information. The investigator had traced several large transfers of money from Gabriel’s accounts, sums that seemed oddly familiar, yet hidden behind layers of shell companies and anonymous recipients. The sums were disturbingly large, even for someone like Gabriel, and there was no clear explanation for why they were being transferred. The investigator connected the dots, but it wasn’t until they dug deeper that something e

“Quietly.” That wasn’t an accident. That was protection. Or preparation. Gabriel’s phone buzzed with an internal update. Minor. Routine. But the timestamp made his stomach drop. It aligned perfectly with Raven’s last known movement. He exhaled slowly. “Whoever you are,” he said under his breath, “you’re not just hunting the Big Boss.” He glanced at the files again at the sealed names, the redacted reports. “You’re walking into a war you didn’t start.”

“I was never his brother! I was his shadow, forced to live a life of darkness so that he could stand in the spotlight of the corporate world and shine brightly!” “Do you honestly think you are the mastermind behind The Remnant, Gabriel?” Liora began to walk slowly around Eleanor’s chair, moving steadily closer to the main computer terminal located at the heart of the bunker. “Do you believe you have been planning all of this perfectly for years? Infiltrating Thorne security, manipulating Sebastian Vane, and even kidnapping my mother-in-law?” “I don’t just believe it, Liora. I did it,” Gabriel replied, sounding arrogant and confident.

The complexities of our shared history demanded a response, a reckoning with the past that lingered like a shadow over our newfound sanctuary. Sergio's gaze remained steady, his thoughts aligning with a sense of determination. "Gabriel is working on getting some confidential Intel on Alpha Draxler, just one slip up from Alpha Draxler and we attack. But before that, I plan to turn all or most of his allies against him, beginning with Alpha Aaron of the Rose pack." He explained, his words a beacon of hope in the dimly lit room. But I still needed to confirm one more thing. What if Gabriel's efforts yielded no leads or clues? The uncertainty gnawed at me, prompting me to voice my concerns.

Thick smoke rose into the dark sky. And suddenly, her heart tightened painfully. Gabriel. Outside… Gabriel stood atop one of the tall rooftops, his eyes fixed on the blazing fires ahead. The cold wind whipped his black coat violently. Alex stood directly behind him. “The attack started from three directions.” He said it quickly. “The target is not the town itself.” Gabriel did not respond. But his gaze darkened further. Alex continued: “They’re forcing us to split up.” “I know.” He finally answered. Then lightly jumped down from the rooftop.