Gabriel Allon Series Novels & Stories

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.”

"Okay that's good to know keep doing your own part, I need the G***l address of the shadow, I would like to know more about the G***l address you mentioned to me that his email address is an anonymous address and anonymous sender, but truth be told, you might not know much about computer and tech, and I definitely have a better understanding that you in that so you come and give me the G***l address for some check up and running a scan details and I need it now so let's go. Jack said to Alpha Gabriel. Alpha Gabriel and Jack left to Alpha Gabriel's room as they entered the room Jack heart beat raced. "Oh my goodness, I just wish Alpha Gabriel don't notice someone entered his room he might sus

"He probably kept the key as insurance. In case Sterling or Hale tried to rewrite history." Gabriel's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering near his ear. "And now Victoria is hunting it to destroy everyone who was involved." "Including Antonio Castellano's father. Which means the merger is at risk." We drive into the Holland Tunnel. The air changes, becoming thick and gasoline-heavy. Fluorescent lights flash overhead in a hypnotic, seizuresque rhythm. Flash. Flash. Flash. Gabriel speaks first. "Are we allies? Or am I just the driver?"

“I haven’t even ordered coffee yet. Don’t accuse me of caffeine.” He smiled and sat back down. “I already ordered for you. Latte, extra shot. And an almond croissant. Was I right?” I took off my sunglasses slowly. “Your family has a serious problem with knowing things about me.” “We call it observation.” “I call it creepy.” Gabriel gave a quiet laugh, not offended. That was one of the things I liked about him. Gabriel didn’t always look like he was plotting to take over a country. For De Castello, that was dangerously close to therapy.

Gabriel's smile is sly as he says, “I will help you take the throne; however, when the time comes, I expect to be repaid for my loyalty.” I choose to ignore his statement and walk to the bathroom, asking, “Are you joining me?” He follows me to the bathroom eagerly. I chuckle to myself; It has always been so easy for me to manipulate Gabriel. Allana POV

he teased, inciting laughter between us. With a playful retort of my own, I raced to my room, a hint of excitement mingling with my amusement. "You smell like cow dung, Jon!" I called back, evading any retaliation he might have been planning. Gabriel's POV In the solitude of my office, a glass of whisky in hand, my emotions simmered with a volatile blend of anger and obsession. My thoughts swirled around my angel and the man who had dared to enter her world. I had assigned my operative to watch her closely, to report every detail of her actions to me.

*** GABRIEL *** It's time to go back. I have everything set up for Luna's downfall, and Sal's getting a bit antsy about my absence. Alonzo has been trying to play the doting husband to get back into Sal's good graces, knowing how the older man feels about family. It only took a few photos of him leaving his mistress's place on the days he supposedly spent at the asylum to nix that.

I asked, obviously pissed. She giggled. “That General Alon can keep things in order, that she can handle anything,” she said. Our way back home was chilling because Snow kept humming. It was different from before, it wasn’t making me sleepy. It made me rather…calm. I felt like she was trying to calm my mind and heart. When we arrived back to camp, Snow went back to their tent to wash and change. Huh, acceptable. I guess she’s done for the day. When I entered our tent, General Alon was sitting in front of the computer, observing Gabriella and the others in the forest. They were discussing how to attack the next camp and how to fill my position.