Gabriel Miraculous Novels & Stories

Gabriel lowered his eyelashes with his head still held up high, his look was so cold that the handsome stranger quietly controlling a little storm using the dust on the ground slightly trembled, resulting the little glittering storm to appear in front of Gabriel eyes out the blue. Gabriel didnt even flinch or had a moment of surprise when the glittering dust appeared in front of his eyes. The moment the little storm appeared, he raises his hand and waves it to the side. The stormy dust was swept out easily, only leaving the dust that was used in making the little storm. Gabriel scrunch up his nose, stepping back, he avoided the flying dust with a disgusted expression on his face. The handsom

The enigmatic stranger, Gabriel, who had been my confidant and ally, harbored a secret of his own—a secret that would redefine our understanding of the past, present, and future. Gabriel, it turned out, was not merely a companion on this journey, but a pivotal figure in the intricate tapestry of our shared destiny. His true identity was unveiled, shedding light on a lineage that reached back through the ages, intertwining with the threads of myth and legend. He carried within him the bloodline of ancient beings, bestowed with extraordinary abilities and burdened with a responsibility that transcended time itself.

There’s something just plainly awful about doing that, so I just lower my knife and touch his back. “I won’t hurt you, but if you betray me, you’re going to die a slow death and I will make sure of it,” I declare. “Get up. How did you know that I was coming?” “Because I gave the Luna Queen a potion that would help her connection get stronger and contact everyone important to her,” he says, trying to get up with shaky knees. “My name is Gabriel.” He’s rambling. His face is pale and it really looks like he’s going to pass out at any moment. I look around to make sure this is not an ambush, and even as we walk together, there’s no one else around.

Gabriel smirked at his thoughts and at the same time was mocking those normal beings. 'From this morning, why the hell am I feeling so itchy inside my heart, like an ant was crawling on the surface? Why? Fuck! Now it is irritating me,' Gabriel muttered. “Majesty, the carriage is ready, we should leave now. Harris cliff will only act when the fair is overcrowded.” “Hmm,” Gabriel nodded. ************ Far from the red river fair, too many bloody dead bodies were now jerking themselves. It seems like they are slowly transformed into something dangerous.

In the distance, I could see rows and rows of grapevines. Suddenly, the sun and blue sky vanished, replaced by gray clouds, and it began to rain. "Does the rain bother you?" he asked me. I lifted my head, savoring the cool droplets on my face. "No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else." He laughed, and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo weep with their beauty. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.

Gabriel mutters a good morning to exactly no one but he avoids my gaze as he strolls to the fridge. "Your eggs are burning. “Gabriel says casually. "Shit!" I realize now that I remained glued in my position the whole time. I immediately rush to remove the frying pan where my finger accidentally touches the burning steel. "Fuck!" I curse painfully. I switch off the stove returning my attention to my burnt finger. Immediately Gabriel rushes to me and gets my hand. He inspects the burn but right now as his hand touches mine, my mind is far away from the pain but it is concentrating on the person in front of me.

"I'm not playing a game, Serena. I'm trying to help you understand what you're dealing with." "How do you know?" I demand, grabbing his arm without thinking. The moment my skin makes contact with his, that electric shock intensifies into something that feels like lightning coursing through my veins. "How do you know about any of this?" Gabriel looks down at my hand on his arm, and when he meets my eyes again, there's something ancient and knowing in his gaze that makes him look far older than eighteen. "Because I'm like you," he says simply. "I'm not entirely human either."

I looked up against the light and saw Gabriel standing before me with a basket of freshly picked grapes. He wore a simple linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms. His hands were covered in tiny white scars—marks left by scalpels and war. That night six months ago, when I jumped into the underground river channel and climbed onto the waiting speedboat covered in blood, Gabriel was the first to rush over and press down on the blood gushing from my chest. He used to be a legendary surgeon for Doctors Without Borders, spending five years in the war-torn Middle East. Years ago, he was buried under rubble during a bombing, and it was the rescue team sent by my fathe

Gabriel's lips curled with sarcasm, and he scrutinized Serena with a critical gaze. Serena could sense the animosity from this man, which seemed strange as she hadn't met him before. Jordan paid no mind to Gabriel's mockery. He casually picked up a bottle of red wine nearby and shook it. "Gabriel, didn't you know Mira got injured? Why still have the leisure to gamble here?" Upon hearing this, Gabriel's face turned pale, and he hastily exited. Jordan's face, illuminated by the ambient lighting, took on a more bewitching appearance.

‘This isn’t good for my heart. Imagine a handsome and successful man saying that…’ Camille swallowed. ‘Even though I know he’s just being polite… Because look at me, I don’t even look that great.’ “…Who are you and what have you done with Michael Noah McGregor?” Camille finally said, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. “Have the aliens finally abducted you? Is the man sitting before me right now an impostor?” Michael looked amused, as though he had already expected this. “I am simply telling the truth,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I wasn’t obligated to do so. I just said it from the heart.”