Gabriel Gray Heroes Novels & Stories

Malison blurted. In a blink, the characters already lifted up their weapons, but Malison stood still from them, putting his hands on his hip and shaking his head. His wolf and vampire blood became cool, waiting for the extraction. In his mind's eyes, he saw his true self growing in strength again and the battle started. Their weapons flew through the air, and it became even more explosive and his attack became more and more savage. The next thing he heard was a smashing sound, followed by the yelping of his wolf. The battle slowly turned into a ground fight with the enemy not hesitating to attack from the level he was. Malison lifted his right hand, and a thick darkness surrounded the room f

He walks pass her but she followed him to Yerach’s car. Before she enters, Yerach said to her, “You have a lot of explaining to do.” Azrael let out a breath. Gabriel was God’s second born child, Azrael’s older brother. The leader of God’s Army who defeated his brother at the battle in Heaven. His name describes him all, the Hero of God. But even he leads a high ranking legion of Armies, he still looks like a homeless man with that shabby denim jacket on.

The way he said it — with exhaustion, not hatred — made me hesitate. “Methods?” I asked quietly. He hesitated, then spoke. “Richard Grayson didn’t build an empire by playing fair. He did what he thought was necessary. But… this?” He gestured toward the flash drive. “Even he wouldn’t cross this line. Not knowingly.” “Then who did?” Sebastian asked. Gabriel didn’t look away from the road. “Someone using his power. Or his name.” The highway stretched out ahead, black and endless. I leaned back, eyes closed. My pulse still hadn’t slowed. Every time I thought we’d reached the end of Emily’s lies, something deeper waited underneath.

"The man I chose. The one I'm still choosing." A man stood in front of a mirror, adjusting his cuffs. Same jawline. Same fire in the eyes. But the smile? Crooked. Dangerous. Gabriel Gray. "My dear sister thinks this is a game," he said, staring into the mirror. "But this is the finale. And I always win finales." A woman walked in. Blonde. Sharp. Kimberly. "She's getting close. They all are." "I want them closer," Gabriel said. "It's more satisfying when they're right next to you... before you push them off the edge."

He said and hung up as he got into his car. ***************** “This is how we’re going to handle this now. Father and Lucifer have both agreed to it so we don’t have to try anything at this moment in time until Hannah and Garin are strong enough and leave the vessels,” Gabriel told Cher. “But, won’t they just be even harder to defeat?” Cher asked. “Maybe, but at least, we’ll have a more even playing field and we’ll stand more of a chance to finally hold them and send them back to Harlem,” Gabriel said.

But when the time came, there would be no mercy, and the war could be decided in seconds. Beside him, Gabriel looked at the goddesses with respect and fear. He knew he could not underestimate even one of them, and that even being immortal, he didn't have the courage to look into their eyes like Kan did, even when they were without their blindfolds, because he knew that despite their powers, they depended on him to remain hidden in that world. "They won't realize what's coming," murmured Gabriel, quietly. "When they remove their blindfolds, no one will stand a chance."

He’s staring at the vampire, a small frown between his eyes. “They will be all right in a few minutes,” Gabriel says. “I have to go…I have to catch up with the baby vamps and report to Abbadon that we were unsuccessful in retrieving his mate. Wish me luck. I will have to lie like never before.” “You recalled them?” Stephen asks. “Yes. I knew they could not win anyway…but I have to keep up appearances. How many of your warriors died?” “No warriors,” I answer. “Only the Omegas.” “That is impressive. I thought the Blake wolves are weak.”

With my new power, I reached out and touched the mind of every enemy fighter. I showed them what the world could be like with peace instead of war. I showed them what their children could become if they chose love instead of hate. One by one, the enemies stopped fighting. The Shadow witches lowered their hands. The vampire lords stepped back. Even the dragons landed and folded their wings. "Impossible," Marcus Blackheart whispered. "What kind of magic is this?" "Love," Gabriel said, standing up with tears still on his face. "My mother's love." Marcus Blackheart snarled and raised his weapon one more time, aiming for Gabriel again.

From what he had guessed, the Santiagos were not as strong as the Gabriels. Nevertheless, he had not thought Hudson would care less about offending the Gabriels. "In truth, to me, the Gabriels are nothing special. So…" Before Lucas could complete his statement, a ferocious voice was heard as it blasted the ears of the crowd. "Hudson, Charles is here!" They heard the man’s voice before he even showed up. Everyone in the Santiago family began to fumble around. Charles Gabriel was the head of the Gabriel family and the father of Blake Gabriel. Additionally, he was a Rank 8 Evolved One.

Jagged rocks burst forth, tearing through the ranks of the Black Wolves, while gusts of wind battered them relentlessly. The hunters were skilled and tapped their powers from the endless supply of darkness in their soul. Gabriel, his eyes gleaming with a righteous fire, unleashed a cascade of scorching flames upon their foes. He was getting weaker by the second. Flames danced at his fingertips, engulfing the encroaching assassins. Their malevolent forms were reduced to ashes, consumed by the searing heat of Gabriel's infernal power. The battle raged on, the clash of magic and steel echoing through the night. Anna and Gabriel, united in their cause, fought with unwavering resolve, their power