Novel & Cerita Gabriel Allon Series

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."

"He wanted to remove me from Alexander's vicinity so that Alexander would be distracted. Destabilized. He knew that if something happened to me, to us, Alexander would not be thinking clearly about anything else." The car felt very still around him. "He used you," Alexander said. "He used your safety as a lever on me." "Yes," she said simply. "And it worked. Temporarily." A beat. "But here is what Doyle told Will that she didn't tell you last night, and I need you to hear this clearly." She paused. "Gabriel doesn't just have old files, Alexander. He has something new. Something he acquired in the last two weeks. Doyle doesn't know exactly what it is, but she knows he got it from the person a

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!”

I stopped on the front steps and turned around slowly. “There’s no one innocent in that pack. Everyone there stood by and watched. Some laughed. Some joined in. No one stopped it. That makes them just as guilty.” Gabriel didn’t argue. He simply nodded. “Train the warriors harder. I want them ready within days. And send spies around his borders. I want to know every move that son of a bitch makes,” I growled. “Yes, Alpha,” Gabriel bowed. “I’m going to check on my mate now,” I said as I climbed the steps two at a time, an uneasy feeling growing in my chest. Something didn’t feel right. The moment I reached the second floor, something in me felt… off. The air was thick and heavy, almost choking

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.

Warren says. Gabriel’s eyes begin to glow and a psionic wave of energy hits Warren and he falls back onto the sofa. “That was easy. Now tell me who you are,” Gabriel says. “I am Detective Warren Peace, I work for a secret government agency that investigates and monitors supernatural activities.” “What is your goal here?” “There has been a rise in supernatural activities in New York, I am one of the many agents planted to observe and report,” Warren says in a weak voice. “How did you know about The Assassin sisters?” he asks and Warren makes a weird sound like a purring cat.

He was too embarrassed to talk about the attack, but Cronus knew it anyway. Cronus’ other right-hand man, Gabriel Black, who had stood by him through thick and thin, drew near. Angel was the strategist, the brains of the operation. Gabriel was Cronus’ strongest fighter, the one who handled all combat-related matters. Draped in a long black robe, Gabriel strode forward with a chilling and eerie air. Angel shuddered at the sight of him. Without looking at Angel, Gabriel approached Cronus and said with a bow, “Frank Golding contacted us to hire a few killers to finish off the son-in-law of the Quints.”