Gabriel's Inferno Series Novels & Stories

His questions were followed by a snort. Rolling his eyes, Gabriel shook his head in exasperation. “No! Damn it, listen. There is no spell or any enchantment. That thing right there?” Gabriel pointed to the growing sea of flames which was now occupying one-third of the meadow as flames started to crawl to the looming sequoia trees of the Great Forest at the back of the Halfling Maleficent. He continued. “That is you Michael the Loyal destroying the Great Forest and the sacred meadow of the Ambivalent world. That is you making an enemy out of the entire clans of the Ambivalent world along with the Trilateral Court. So snap out of it and call out the flames before we die here.” Gabriel gritted

Kash' POV "You're still an angel Kash. You and Mia are still an angel. Lucifer just cursed you--" "And the highest ups didn't even bother to help us. They just let us burn in this place, live with the curse and that's it! I have been living this way, suffering as if I did something so bad in the Kingdom." I shook my head with my chest tightening. "Mia? She always dies... repeatedly." I took a deep breath as I remembered what was soon to happen. "Angels don't die, Claire. We are not angels anymore."

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.

Gabriel says nothing. His gaze fixes on the burning building. Flames reflect in the hard lines of his face, while the orange glow turns his normally cold eyes into something vicious and terrifying. Then he sees the central windows. Fire is pouring through the metal frames. Smoke is flooding out. And somewhere inside that inferno is Clara.

The heavy wooden door to my quarters didn't just open, it practically groaned on its hinges as it was pushed aside with immense, terrifying force. Gabriel stood in the doorway. His short red hair was disheveled, his hazel eyes burning with a dark, wild fury that immediately filled the room with a suffocating pressure. His chiseled chest heaved under his loose tunic, the scars on his arms tightening as his fists clenched at his sides. The air instantly turned thick with the scent of ozone and raw, angry Lycan energy. "What," Gabriel growled, his voice dropping into a register so low it made the floorboards vibrate beneath our feet, "is going on in here?”

It pulsed with a faint light beneath my skin. Gabriel made a sound between a choke and a growl. "A double circle... with inverted triangles." He reached out, his thumb grazed the edge of the mark softly. A jolt of electricity snapped between us. Gabriel jumped back as if he had been burned, his eyes wide and glowing a bright gold. "This is impossible," he muttered, pacing the small bathroom floor. He looked at me as if he were seeing a ghost. "Elvira, do you have any idea what that is?"

Broken boys made obedient soldiers. But Gabriel didn’t want to be a soldier. He wanted to matter. And the only way to matter in Leo’s world… Was to burn. Back to present … Basement. Smoke-choked. Walls coughing fire. Leo and Gabriel stood facing each other in the center of the inferno. Neither moved. They just stared, like wolves circling for the last time. “You were a lie,” Leo said through his teeth. “Every second. Every look. You wanted my empire.”

Alica asked, disgusted by the sight of the bloodied, broken figure. “Oh, very much alive,” Dylan chuckled darkly, flexing the whip in his hand. “Stubborn bastard won’t say a word. I’ve run out of ways to break him.” Gabriel stirred, lifting his head slightly despite the blood that streaked down from his damaged eyes. Despite everything—despite the torture—he still managed a defiant smirk. “No matter what you do, you’ll never get anything from me. Just kill me already and get it over with.” They had thought they’d hit the jackpot by capturing Arthur Nicastro’s personal secretary. But Gabriel had turned out to be a nightmare. He withstood every torment and even attempted suicide multiple times

He fired another shot, striking down an intruder, but his eyes remained on the dark path where Joanna had vanished. "She opened the gates," Lucy breathed, the truth unraveling like a noose around them both. Gabriel’s answer was a growl, raw with pain and rage. "Then she’s no longer family. She’s my enemy." The night swallowed his words as another wave of intruders crashed through the gates, and Gabriel and Lucy braced themselves to fight for survival together.

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.