Gabriel's Inferno Series Novels & Stories

I snapped, my hand moving to my lips as I tried to wipe the dirt of his stupid lips on mine "I was just trying to have a taste of my property, Sunshine." "I'm not your fucking property, and what the hell did you mean that Gabriel stepped into a trap? How the fuck did you know about Ghost, the flash drive, and everything else you just mentioned? What the hell is going on here?" I yelled at the top of my lungs and watched as Caleb stiffened. A look I couldn't decipher passed through his eyes but was suddenly masked up with devilish looks

Gabriel. I froze. The moment my eyes locked with his, I could feel the heat rising in my chest. My palms began to burn with a raw, uncontrollable power that I knew all too well. It was an urge I couldn’t ignore, an instinct that had been honed over years of commanding this power. My anger surged, and I could feel the energy coursing through my veins, ready to explode. The air around me grew thick and oppressive. It felt as if the walls themselves were trembling in response to the heat I was radiating.

PROLOGUE In the second book of this thrilling supernatural series, our heroine Scarlette finds herself in a dangerous new situation. No longer a goddess, she's now a powerful seer, and she's mated to the vampire king, Gabriel. But Gabriel's clan is not happy with their king's choice of mate. They demand that he either turn Scarlette or reject her, or they will kill her and demand a new vampire queen. With tensions running high and danger lurking around every corner, Scarlette and Gabriel must navigate the treacherous waters of vampire politics and fight for their love. Will they be able to overcome the odds and prove that love conquers all, or will their enemies tear them apart? Find out in

“Or they’re smarter than we thought.” Gabriel smiled darkly. “Either way… they’ll slip.” He blew a long cloud of smoke. “They always do.” And when they did? There’d be no second chances. No forgiveness. Only fire. And blood.

"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."

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…”

"You thought you were sneaking through the thermal vents, but every rune in this mountain belongs to me. I watched you melt my barriers. I watched you butcher my infantry. I allowed it." "Your games end here, Selene," Gabriel growled, his voice dropping into a lethal, guttural register that vibrated through the silver chains hanging from the ceiling. His golden-crimson Alpha eyes locked onto her with a territorial ferocity that made his muscles bunch, ready to lunge. "The shadow-creatures are gone. Your witch ally is broken and hiding in the woods. You are standing alone in a dead fortress."

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

_Elio_ I am completely floored by what just happened. I think I am going to have another debt to the Columbo girl, and I just created a new one for the Gabino girl. The Madonna! And they say that men are the ones who are hot-blooded! I turn my head towards the stronzo who has committed a crime against what is mine, and I approach the future Don Gabino and him with a calm step. "Speak. What did you do to piss off Maria and Valentina like that?" orders Gabino.

“Gabriel spent the last century on Earth. He speaks fluent human slang. And refuses to stop.” Gabriel grins. “Y’all capping. Drag me all you want. But you’re just too cheugy to keep up.” “Oh, shut up, Gabe,” Michael mutters. Then to us: “What he’s trying to say is—when you became Thrones, you didn’t just gain power. You inherited directives. Thrones exist to right wrongs and enforce balance between belief and blasphemy. You’re built to sense violations of divine law—lying, taking the Lord’s name in vain, breaking commandments. And you’re built to respond. But since you can’t, that rage simmers inside.”