Gabriel Inferno Series Novels & Stories

“Or they’re smarter than we thought.” Gabriel smiled darkly. “Either way… they’ll slip.” He blew a long cloud of smoke. “They always do.” And when they did? There’d be no second chances. No forgiveness. Only fire. And blood.

“Oh, baby—are you hurt? Are you alright? Talk to me!” He shook his head against my chest, curls damp with sweat. “I’m fine…” He paused, his little body trembling. “But he’s not fine.” I froze. My grip loosened just enough for me to pull him back, my eyes narrowing. “Who?” Abriel’s tiny hand lifted, pointing behind me. My blood iced. I turned, following the small, trembling finger— And saw him. Gabriel. He lay sprawled on the ground, his body too still, blood seeping dark into the earth beneath him. His chest rose shallow, every breath a battle.

"Felix! Or should I say Hill? Leader of the black falcon. I am here to personally inform you that your world has been crushed. The same way you set my grandparents house on fire which in the process made u kill your own father, I simply set your hideout ablaze with everything in it. All your important documents you might have been hiding, your workers. All were set on fire just like you did to my grandparents house. Speaking of which, do you even have an idea as to how much was spent on that house which you set on fire without consideration? Not to talk of the lives lost in that fire. Those lives were priceless! Felix you are the most stupid being I have ever seen. Hadn't your father told u

Knowing that I had no reason to lie to him, I said, “My father told me bedtime stories about you and your brothers.” Gabriel’s eyes looked like they were staring right through me with the mention of his brothers, and I wondered if they were somewhere here too, but then that thought was answered when Gabriel says, “I haven’t seen my brothers in what feels like an eternity. The passage to the heavens has been closed, since the falling of our Goddess. I have been stuck here in this imprisonment of hell, and I believe it is for all my sins. I have tried to make up for my wrongdoings, praying that someday the passage will open back up, so that I can join my brothers once again, but I have been lo

“…because God and Lucifer have a new bet. I know! I’m just here to have a little fun so lighten up, will you?” “This isn’t fun. You can’t get involved in their lives anymore and making Josh feel the urge to relieve himself isn’t exactly not getting involved. Back off,” Gabriel warned. “Let me ask you a question, angel,” She said and faced him, “Are Hannah and Garin out of the vessels yet?” “You know that they’re not,” Gabriel replied. “So, technically, I’m not breaking any rules as long as I don’t hurt the humans. I’m just trying to see how this will play out so shut up and leave me be,” She said and went back to watching Jennifer and Isabelle interact with each other.

I snapped, my hand moving to my lips as I tried to wipe the dirt of his stupid lips on mine "I was just trying to have a taste of my property, Sunshine." "I'm not your fucking property, and what the hell did you mean that Gabriel stepped into a trap? How the fuck did you know about Ghost, the flash drive, and everything else you just mentioned? What the hell is going on here?" I yelled at the top of my lungs and watched as Caleb stiffened. A look I couldn't decipher passed through his eyes but was suddenly masked up with devilish looks

It was then that his eyes landed on me and he jumped in surprise. “Evelina!” Vin exclaimed, his voice a tab too high-pitched. “How…how long have you been standing here?” Gabriel turned, his hard eyes landing on me and softening immediately. “Don’t worry, I didn’t overhear whatever illegal, illicit activities you two are planning,” I retorted scathingly, making my way towards the kitchen. “Though if you plan to murder someone, please don’t.” “I only kill those who have betrayed me Evelina. I don’t kill innocent people,” Gabriel ground out, his voice following me into the kitchen.

The First Gabriel Writer's POV The chilling silence that fell over Noah’s room after his screams faded was not the silence of peace, but of profound loss. Iris knelt beside him, her hands still clutching his, but the vital signs on Camilla’s distant monitors screamed a terrifying truth. Wren’s counter-protocol had not just repelled their efforts; it had escalated, pushing Noah to the brink. As the Thorne estate reeled from this devastating blow, the true architect of their torment, Silas Wren, was preparing to unveil his masterpiece, a creation born of ice and logic, a terrifying glimpse into a future devoid of human weakness.

And when Gabrielle finally arrived, it felt like the wind itself bowed to her presence. No one dared to speak. She didn’t greet us with pleasantries. She simply walked to the pit, removed a vial of thick crimson from her pouch, and poured it into the fire. It hissed. The flames turned blue. Then purple. Then black. I gripped Edric’s arm. Even Muzan, usually unreadable, shifted his weight beside me. Gabrielle didn’t chant like I expected. Her lips moved, yes, but there was no sound. Only the crackling of the black flames, and the smell of burned iron and something more primal... something like fear.