Gabriel's Inferno Series Novels & Stories

Black blood splashed in wide arcs across the floor. Gabriel staggered backward, eyes blazing. “You’re… evolving too fast,” Gabriel gasped. “Too fast.” Adrian stepped forward, jaw clenched, breath heavy with fury and pain. “That’s your fault,” Adrian growled. Gabriel’s body trembled— not just from injury, but from something close to horror. “No,” he whispered. “No. This is wrong. You’re not meant to ascend.” Lilith’s voice drifted like smoke. “Then perhaps you should’ve left him alone.”

I could see it coming — the way his chest rose and fell too quickly, the way his fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to grab me, shake the answer he wanted from me. But he didn’t. Because this time, for once, Gabriel Rennon was powerless. And he hated it. I saw the moment he forced himself to breathe, to quell the storm raging in his belly. Then his gold eyes fixed on mine, and he said, low, hoarse, “That’s not an answer.” I exhaled sharply. “It’s all I have for an answer.” Gabriel’s jaw ticked. “I’m talking about fire, Angel. You’re playing with fire.

"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

Gabriele furrowed the brows inside the smiley mask, the once relax brows ceased causing for half of his outlined cheeks to be distorted and lifted up slightly, but the ice cold dark eyes was lowered as Gabriele opened the once tightly close palm, facing it in front of his eyes and gazes at the Eye and the big mouth that once again appeared at the palm that was unexpectedly become a ‘black hole like a whirlpool wanting to draw some people into it and lock it up to fill the emptiness it was feeling’ earlier when his system data has crashes and left him for a short period of time. Well, it really was the feeling Gabriel had for a short amount of time when his system left causing for the poiso

“Won’t you regret these words later, Ariel? Won’t you feel sorry for all of those people? This blood will be on your hands before mine.” I flinched when Ariel chuckled humorlessly, her eyes darkening. I swallowed hard. I don’t like this version of Ariel. I want my sweet love back. “Screw all this to hell, Gabriel. It is an eye for an eye. But the eye that I will take would be thousands. This fire burning inside my chest wouldn’t fade unless they were all dead. So give me your answer now, but be sure if it was no I will kill you before killing these fuckers myself.”

It was dusk when I first saw him again. Gabriel. Not the weapon, not the ghost—but the man I knew once, somewhere behind blood and brainwashing. He stood by the lake with a scarf over his face, watching the twins skip stones. He said nothing. Just watching them play. I walked up behind him. “You’re late,” I said gently. He didn’t turn. “I’m not here to stay.”he replied softly. “You saved them, Gabriel. You helped end it.” “I ended nothing,” he said. “I saw something… in the north. A facility. Not the Architect-branded. But it's new. Young, fast. Obsessed with bio-augmentation. They call it Syndicate Seraphina.”

A myriad of feelings combined, plunging him into silence. Gabriel is known to be ruthless, cruel, and cold-hearted. But when Grant saw Gabriel rush into the blazing inferno without hesitation, he understood… Gabriel cared for Fiona, maybe even... loved her. Grant prided himself on liking Fiona too, but when faced with the raging flames, he didn't rush in immediately. Maybe he thought Fiona was already dead; maybe he was too scared to face the fire, fearing for his own life; or maybe, there were other reasons… In any case, he did not enter the fire. But when he witnessed Gabriel emerging from the flames, carrying Fiona like a hero, a complex emotion surged within him. It felt as if something

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“This is hard enough as it is, Arabella. Please let me continue. “I am the Arch-Angel Gabriel. Once every century I was sent to guard the lower gate of hell. It was a special assignment that Mother asked for. Apparently, a couple of minions escaped and was raising cane with the Lorilies.” At the mention of Mother, Arabella sat up straighter and narrowed her eyes. She wanted to speak but restrained herself. She would wait until he completely unburdened himself before Arabella ripped into him. “Almost a year ago now, Mother banned me to the cabin for a few months to teach me a lesson. All it did was give me time to myself, something in short supply in the realm. And that’s where you come in, A

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.