Gabriel Miraculous Novels & Stories

Gabriel couldn't eat. All he did was drink on his flight until he fell asleep. But everytime he closed his eyes all he saw was Sabrina in a bad situation. It's their wedding anniversary tomorrow and it will be extended when they reach the US. He was restless as he told his driver to drive him to EPUA's facility in Virginia. They were outside the facility and he gave his ID to them. They checked him and then one of them got a call. "Sorry Sir. We can't let you in."

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare complete it. My name is Gabriel." Why did he have a problem with me calling him Luciano? Staring into his cold eyes, I saw danger. A type I couldn't fathom. His eyes were locked on mine for the longest time. And I couldn't tear my gaze away from him either. I swallowed a hard lump that had formed in my throat, completely hypnotized by the spell he seemed to cast with his deep blue orbs. With a single stare, he was bending me to my knees, weakening me in ways I didn't like. And I badly wanted it to stop.

Elias asked, frowning. Gabriel’s expression softened a little. “No. Not mad. Just… confused. In over six hundred years, I’ve never seen this. Ever. Your body wasn’t healing—it was changing. Evolving. And now?” He stepped back, hands on his hips. “You’re glowing.” “I’m not glowing,” Elias muttered. Gabriel shot Lucian a look. “He’s glowing, right?” Lucian gave the faintest nod. “It’s subtle. But yes. Especially when he’s upset.”

Emily answered and lifted one shoulder in a partial shrug. Letting out a long sigh, Gabriel said, “Breanna is Marcus’s mate. He is my advisor and came with me to help me find Sabeastian. We called Breanna later because she is a witch, and we did not know if we would need her ability to cloak us to enter Rotterford’s estate. She has some healing abilities. She fixed the crack in your skull,” Gabriel finished quickly. “Now,” he asked, irritated. “Who is Miguel?”

Soon they trekked a somewhat deteriorated yet full of grass ground. The after math of the war still not yet fully healed. The trees starting to grow somes are fully grown while others are yet making its life. Thanks, to Gabriel's ability and with the help of his spirit guardian the Mavis greeny ground came back to life. Who would Imagine that, Gabriel is one of the descendants of Neophrah bloodline. A natures gaurdian. "Where are we going?" He asked for the meantime. "You heard of the order right?" Nathan asked him.

“Easton, don’t kill him, we might need him to save our mate.” I told him, and thankfully he grabbed a hold of him, punching him once in the gut, before securing him. “I deserved that.” Gabriel said through the pain, as if he was trying to make amends with what he had done, but I don’t think he truly understands how dangerous his Goddess has become over the moons being away from the heavens.

For not failing him the way we did. “Gabriel, what is it?” Caleb linked me back, his voice sounding groggy with sleep. I didn’t even know how to for the words to tell him Luca was home. It still didn’t feel real. “A miracle,” I choked out, as the hospital emerged from the darkness, my tears long since dried to salt.

“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.

I wanted to think that he was not such a clumsy witch. He allowed me to get closer to him, but he didn't want me to see his face. His arms covered him and although he did not try to push me away, he did not approach me either. I was so mortified for him. I didn't even have time to think how I had stopped his attack. Had I used magic? Again? I blew my mind as I listened to him sniffle and notice what was happening. Gabriel was crying. "I couldn't save them," he lamented softly. "I was there being healed by mom. And he entered."

There was peace in her eyes together with pride. Gabriel sat beside her, holding her hand tightly, his thumb rubbed gently over her knuckles over and over and again. He had been sitting there for hours, refusing to move, refusing to rest. His eyes were tired, but they were full of love and disbelief. Together, both of them stared at the three new miracles placed right in front of them. Three cribs stood close to the bed where Isla lay. Each crib held a life. Each crib carried a story that should not have happened, yet did happen.