Gabriel Allon Series Novels & Stories

Gabriel got down on his knees, even though everyone was looking at him with a strange look on their faces. “I’m not your friend,” Kayson said. Just as he was about to turn his head around and ignore him, Gabriel added, “Mr. Yarde! Wilson and the Allens are joining forces to attack Wolfenden Corp. Are you sure you don’t want to hear about that?” Kayson stopped in his tracks and frowned. “What’s it about?” Gabriel let out a sigh of relief and continued hastily. “The Allens sent someone to take over the forces left by Sir Horacio.

The scent of old parchment and wood filled the air. I ran my fingers along the spines of thick, weathered books, searching for anything that might stand out. Think, Evelyn. Gabriel had always been calculated. He didn’t act alone — someone had helped him move into the pack well guarded walls. There had to be a pattern, a trail I could follow. I pulled out a ledger, its leather cover cracked with age. Flipping through the pages, I scanned the names and notes, but nothing stood out. Frustration prickled at the back of my neck.

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

Alpha Gabriel thought as he moved towards the prison. “I don’t understand where Beta Leon has vanished. If he were there, I could have talked to him on the topic, and I would have been relieved of my frustration to some extent. What if Mrs. Rolex is correct? What if the girl is really innocent? Am I doing something wrong? The soldiers might have already taken her life by now. I wonder what all they might have done to her throughout the night.” Alpha Gabriel, who had a strong and rigid personality, seemed to be in confusion for the first time in his life.

"You are under arrest for corporate espionage, intellectual property theft, and felony fraud against the National Selection Board." Anna screamed, her "Tech-god" ponytail disheveled as she was handcuffed. She looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of hatred and realization. Gabriel didn't even look up. He was staring at the floor, finally understanding that he hadn't just lost a wife—he had lost his entire future to the woman he thought he could outsmart. *** Later that night, the adrenaline had faded into a quiet, cold triumph. I stood on the balcony of the summit hall, looking out at the city skyline.

Chapter 48 "What’s Aron up to these days?" Arthur asked Gabriel. He hadn’t seen Aron anywhere near his family lately, and he was certain the man hadn't been around the building either. "The last I heard, he had a meeting scheduled with Miss Aileen’s best friend a few days ago. I don’t think he’s back in the city yet. I haven’t been able to track down Abott either," Gabriel replied. Arthur had assigned Al Abott to keep tabs on Aron, as they no longer had a clear grasp of his intentions.

He smiled to himself and whispered into the empty air, “Home sweet home.” From the security of his private bunker, somewhere between nowhere and untraceable, Gabriel leaned back in his leather chair, the walls around him lined with surveillance feeds, screens that blinked and flickered with every breath his victims took. The Valez estate was fully wired. It always had been. Leo never knew. Gabriel had planted the cameras back when Leo still thought love meant obedience. He pressed play again. This time, he watched Jacob’s rage like a connoisseur sips wine, savoring it.

"The real enemy... the snake who orchestrated the fire... has been hiding inside the Dimitri family... from the very beginning..." His grip suddenly loosened, his hand falling heavily against the concrete. His eyes glazed over into a blank, unseeing stare. Vincent Hale was dead. The chaotic echoes of gunfire slowly died down, leaving the station completely silent once more. Gabriel slowly stood up from behind a metal crate, brushing the glass dust off his black trench coat. His expression had never looked so grave, the deep lines on his face hardened by absolute certainty. "There isn't any more time left on the clock, Lorenzo," Gabriel stated flatly, adjusting his grip on his ebony cane. "We

I question harshly through clenched teeth. She blinks her bright eyes in surprise at me, “How did you know they were here?” “Because their scent is all over the place. What the fuck were they doing here?” I begin to seethe. Gabriella’s eyes turn hard, and her spine straightens, “I’ve warned you about using that tone with me. Your friend came to talk to me and see how I’m doing. They were being a friend. Or am I not allowed to have friends as well as exes now? Good thing all my family is dead, or I imagine they’d be excommunicated next,” she snaps acerbically, crossing her arms over her chest.