Gabriel Knight Novel Novels & Stories

The way he gripped my hips to spread my thighs open felt surreal, and the feel of his mouth against the heat between my thighs sent me flying through the air. Magical! That’s what lovemaking in the early morning hours feels like. And with Gabriel, so big and so strong, my innocent romantic heart couldn’t help comparing him to a knight from one of the books I read. And that is what scares me. The perfectness of it all.

Curiosity mingled with apprehension made Stella and Morgan hurriedly start flipping through the ancient tome so that at least they may get to understand what all this was for, they hadn't understood a thing from the note. The book was not written in any simple English as they had expected. It was written in the ancient language, and lucky enough, Stella had been taught by her uncle Xavier while Morgan had been taught by Grandma Elizabeth. The book spoke of a long-forgotten prophecy, passed down through generations from a thousand years ago when it was written, after the death of the guardians of the dark world.

I wonder what happened, but I know what will make us both feel better. I approach slowly and get into position, still clothed and await his acknowledgment. Gabriel seems distant and cold. I don’t like this. I need to get naked and do this right. I was hesitant with my parents due home sometime soon, but I pull my shirt off and stand to take my pants off. Gabriel’s hand wraps around my wrist and stops me. His eyes connect with mine, filled with sadness that I wish I could take away.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

“Compared to my mother’s bloodline—the noble Sterling lineage—you are insignificant.” “Do not stain her name again.” “Return to your Coven. Live out your days with the Blood Queen and heir you chose so desperately.” He took my arm and led me away. Neither of us looked back. Behind us, Gabriel collapsed to his knees, covering his face as he wept. Perhaps, at last, he had accepted the truth— That we no longer loved him. No longer waited for him. No longer hoped. That same day, he departed the North with his Coven.

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

But beneath the cliffs, in the shadowed places, things slithered—demonic forms biding their time for man’s arrival. And then— The clouds parted. Gabriel descended. Wings of molten gold flared behind him. His armour shimmered like the cosmos. In his hand, a sword—plain, yet humming with celestial fire. He fell like a comet, slamming into the earth. The ground split beneath his landing. A beast lunged—stone and rot, ten-legged and snarling. Gabriel rose. The sword ignited. Light drowned the dark. And Hell trembled. Back in the chapel, candlelight danced over old stone. Scott and Faith sat in the front pew, eyes fixed on Larkam.

Gabriel chuckled softly and hugged her back just as tight. Now, he was determined to make her happy again. He blamed himself for keeping that secret for so long. But at that moment, everything felt right again. “I have a gift for him,” Isla said. “A gift?” Gabriel asked, surprised. She pulled back slightly and looked at him, then nodded. “Yes. A very special gift.” “I made special keys for the new city,” she explained. “They are his access to the city he founded.” Gabriel looked at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with admiration. Then he smiled.

Laid Gabriel beside me on the bed as Galleytrot and Charlotte waited outside, backs turned, giving us privacy. Whispered stories to him of his father and my love. Let him feel as much of Liam as I could muster as we curled up together on the bed I'd only slept in a few months, though it still felt like home after all this time. The cavern's magic kept the dust away, the air scented with the earth but nothing musty, only fresh and spring-like. Gabriel's normal giggling was silent, his hazel eyes wide, crackling with green fire, his entire attention locked on me. How much did he understand? If Galleytrot was to be believed, everything. Cian's grown soul would process and pass on all of it.

Tired of waiting. Gabriel is collecting books at the altar, his profile carved out in stained glass colors. His movements are automatic and careful. He always looks careful. I think about how his hands shook, just a little, when he touched me the night of the storm. I want to see that again. I want to see him lose control, just once, even if it means losing everything else. I cross the aisle, my heels quiet on the ancient stones. He doesn’t hear me until I’m almost on him. When he turns, surprise flashes in his eyes, followed by something darker. He looks tired, but he’s still beautiful in a way that has nothing to do with God.