Gabriel Miraculous Novels & Stories

Who else is this 'master'? "Sir Lucas' messenger, the father of Mr. Daniel da Quirino." The maid told her. The maid's words made Morana remember the cold figure who had insulted her pride and, not much different from Daniel, he expected Morana to stay away from Quirino. But, right now he was here and wanted to see her? There would be nothing good coming out of this. The image of their meeting flashed back in Morana's mind and it wasn't a memory she wanted to keep, if only she could sort it out, then the memory of Quirino's father would be the first memory she would erase from her mind.

From the look in her eyes, you could tell she had to be around Azz’s age. “OK! WHO BROKE-!?” She suddenly noticed me and her eyes widened, “it?” Azz introduced, “Fayda, this is Gabe. He is a fallen angel. Gabriel came here not long after you left.” I started to panic a little. Was she talking about the shelf that I broke? Now that I think about it.... How did I break the shelf like that? She suddenly got this calculating look as she stared at me, “Never mind.” The healer then came towards me, “Jeez, Azz, can’t you send me a letter about these things…”

It was now my turn to smirk. He lifted up his hand and his smile was replaced with a frown. "What the hell!" He exclaimed. "The ring..." "It's gone, I know." I cut him off. "And it's right here with me." Steve came into the picture with the ring. I teleported over to his side. "Great wait, dear." I smiled. "How..." Sage was about to say something but got interrupted. "It's a recall spell if you don't know." I heard Morgana's voice.

I know she is probably just passing through, but I am not about to let her leave now that I have her. A realization hits me, and I feel like a total idiot. Here I am having a full conversation about marking her and I don’t even know her name. “What’s your name?” I ask her. “Oh, awkward” She sings as she pulls away from me. Her cheeks blushing. “No, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just realize I didn’t know it” I tell her grabbing her tiny waist pulling her back close to me. “Hannah”, she says cocking her head to the side, and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Hannah,” I say pulling my hand from behind her back to shake her hand, “I’m Gabriel, but you can call me Babe, I mean Gabe”. She

To dismiss the thought, I shook my head several times and then I edged closer to the door. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else. Slowly, I reached up to slip in my hearing aid because I was desperate to catch every word. I needed to know. I needed to hear it clearly! “You know I’ve missed you,” Gabriel’s voice was low and it was so different from the way he talked to me yesterday. “You’re the only one who’s ever understood me, sweetheart,” he added. And at that moment, I pushed the door open just enough to see inside, and my stomach twisted as my worst fears were confirmed. Gabriel was on the bed, his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and his body was pressed against…I

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

Gabriel's response came, each word measured and serious, "Back at the mansion as the only security. The 1 percent consists of Blanca, his Luna, Grinjo, his beta, Aiden and Carmen, his beta's children, and then me." A wave of relief swept through me, a soothing balm to the anxiety that had gripped my senses. The realization that I wouldn't have to worry about facing Gabriel on the battlefield brought a momentary ease. "Thanks for the heads up, Gabriel. You've done more than enough," I expressed my gratitude, acknowledging the crucial information he had provided.

He didn't even take his eyes off the laptop screen. I took the papers back with a trembling hand and stared at the barely dry ink of his signature. I suddenly had a flashback to our first meeting ten years ago. At the time, Gabriel had been on the run from his nemesis after they attacked him. He'd been lying under an abandoned metal bridge, covered in blood. 18-year-old Gabriel's eyes had been so terrifyingly bright that he'd reminded me of a wounded lion cub. I'd been on my way to piano class when I saw him. The moment I locked eyes with him, I'd felt moved. I'd turned toward him, unexpectedly and unwittingly taking my first step into a dangerous world.

Alan started to say, but Julia grabbed my arm, pulling me to look at her. “I will not let you call off my Luna ceremony because of her and that cursed monster growing inside of her.” My hands curled into fists. “Julia, I swear to the goddess if you don’t…” “That baby is not a curse.” I turned to see an old man walking towards us. He was wrapped in thick furs, long grey hair falling past his shoulders. Alan rushed to his side, helping him over to us. “Alpha Carlos, this is Priest F…” “What do you know?” I cut Alan off.

As my eyes begin to droop closed, I can’t help but wonder who she is. Lucifer and I were having breakfast this morning when Michael appeared before us. His expression was shuttered, and his shoulders were stiff when he sat across from us. Reaching forward, I patted his hand and offered him a cup of coffee. Michael accepted the cup and took several sips before he spoke. “I found Gabriel. He’s actually in Egypt dealing with a horde of Ammit demons who are terrorizing the desert tribes. He wasn’t very happy to hear from me, but he agreed to meet with us.”