Gabriel Daum Novels & Stories

A child's scream, distant and familiar, echoed somewhere I couldn't place. Flames. Someone shouting my name. Strong arms lifting me from the ground. A voice, low and urgent. Don't look back. The fragment dissolved as quickly as it had come. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white. "What did you see?" Dante asked. "A man." "What man?" I looked at the ring still clutched in my palm. "I don't know." "Gabriel wasn't an ordinary soldier," Dante said. "He worked in the background. Trusted with information most men never received. He had access to both Moretti and De Luca territory, which made him valuable, and dangerous, in equal measure."

He flashed Lauretha an apologetic smile after which he headed off to see who was ringing the alarm. As soon as he left, she exhaled out in relief, wiped her lips and pushed down her dress that had rumpled a bit. She was most grateful to whoever it was at the door. Lucas soon came back in with another man. Fabiano by name and equally tall. A decade before he turns a century old, second in command of the vampire clan, Lucas best friend and right hand man. “Hey Fab!” Lauretha waved. Fabiano grinned. “Fancy seeing you here, Lauretha. What are you up to these days?” they gave each other a bear hug and broke free again.

Dalton opened the first drawer of his study table, pulled the bottle out of the zip bag and cautiously placed it down on the table. Taking his seat, Dalton leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. Leaning closer, I sniffed it, only to confirm my doubts. “It was him.”

.” Emery sat back and I looked at him and smiled. He had been pale since Nick and Dalton shifted in front of him, but now he looked like he was going to throw up. I looked over at Dalton, “I might not be human? I mean, I’m definitely not a wolf, and I’m for sure not a vampire so what the fuck could I possibly be?” He kept his eyes on the road and sighed but his facial expression looked pained, “I have an idea, but I don’t want to say it until I can confirm it. The night I brought you to my pack house I noticed your name tag and the name LaFlamme was so familiar to me, but I couldn’t pinpoint where I had seen or heard it before,” he looked over at me and grabbed my hand, “There was a woman wh

Gabriel glanced at Guss's worried face with a blank expression before staring back at the camera. "She is a DAOB." Gabriel stated. "What! Selena is the legendary DAOB?" Guss shouted. "You have ears. I don't think I need to speak twice." "No, you don't. But boss, this is a difficult situation. You know the risk in choosing a DAOB as your mate." "Do I look stupid, Guss?" "Sorry, boss. I should not have questioned your choice." Gabriel did not respond because he was watching a video that made him feel like murdering someone.

“You know those demonic forces that we fight? Well they’ve taken possession of your girlfriend!” Despite the events he had seen, the answer seemed to send Gary into a state of shock. He couldn’t believe what he had just been told. The news showed on his face. David’s seemed to deflate slightly as he realised he had been insensitive. He put his hands on Gary’s shoulders. “I give you my word that I will find a way to remove this creature from her mind. We’re going to get Isabelle back again.” David removed his hands from Gary’s shoulders, and with nothing more to say, walked past the group and towards where the door used to be once more. He paused just before stepping through.

I tilted my head and raised a brow in silent protest, but said nothing. “Oh, hi,” he greeted with a smile. “I'm Gabriel.” “Hi, Gabriel, nice to meet you,” I responded non challantly and continued working on the laptop. Gabriel’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he turned to Damien. "Nice. It's good to see beautiful faces around here. You’re coming to the party tonight, right?" Damien hesitated. "Party?"

The vampire's eyes widened in surprise. “They would know I failed, but they would believe I died in such a place. gnomes are not easy beings; they hate us for wanting to exploit their resources,” Daemon said. “They wanted to do more than that,” Gabrielle said angrily. “Don't minimize things in a single sentence.” “It's what I know, what my people understand,” Daemon said. “There are many things we don't know that we should know.” “It's funny you should say that because you're depriving us of knowing heinous crimes that the gods ignore,” Gabrielle said earnestly.

Lillian's wheelchair squeaks through the archives as she cross-references files. "Gabriel wasn't just following orders." She spins her laptop to reveal security footage. "Watch." The video shows a younger Gabriel in a white coat, injecting something into champagne bottles in Blackstone's wine cellar. “Six months before the gala.” *Six months before he "reconnected" with Sophie.* Damien's phone buzzes with Elena's text: **G.V. just landed at Teterboro. Private hangar 4.** The screen cracks in his grip. Gabriel's private jet smells of bergamot and lies when Damien storms aboard.

“Hey, baby, look who it is.” Gabriel was busy looking at the menu and was not paying attention to Gene. “What?” he answered but he’s still not paying any attention. “Baby, come on!” “What is it?” he said when she finally got his attention. “It’s Alexandra Nicole, the maker of Créatrice de Mode.” Gabriel looked more starstruck than Gene. He looked pale and was sweating like a pig. “O, hi! You’re the famous Gabriel Anderson. It’s nice to finally meet you.”