Gabriel's Rapture Novels & Stories

With the lightning in hand, this angel struck the brilliantly beautiful angel he was warring against, and sent him flying towards a planet several light years away. “It seems Ramiel has struck him down,” Michael sighed. “A Star has fallen; much like lightning from Heaven. And the sky mourns his fall.” Uriel felt saddened by all this. His words were laced with emotion, and his eyes with pity. Gabriel who stood next to him was saddened as well. But what could they do?

"I'm ready. Let's go!!" Gabriel partially covered his face, preventing her from seeing the unsettling satisfaction and madness that briefly crossed his features. His grip tightened around her waist. Threads of glowing magic spiraled around them, expanding into a brilliant vortex. Then they vanished from sight. Moments later, they appeared in another place: A beautiful garden... A gift Gabriel had worked hard to prepare long ago. A very, very long time ago.

The freezing rain soaked through his black coat, plastering his hair to his forehead while distant thunder rolled across the mountain ridges. Finally, he spoke, his voice tightening with a rare, raw vulnerability. “Cain was always protecting people, Ava. Even when nobody protected him.” Ava swallowed past the lump in her throat. “You loved him.” Gabriel let out a short, bitter laugh under his breath, his eyes mapping the shadows of the forest. “We were brothers.” The sheer volume of grief radiating from him was almost unbearable. Ava looked toward the hidden hatch one last time. Nothing remained below now except ashes, darkness, and fire. Cain was gone.

He whispered into Gadreel’s ear. When an angel dies, its soul dies with it. There is no rebirth. There is no return home. It is final. A tear ran down Gabriel’s check as he watched cracks of light rip his friend apart. The end of an Angel is surprisingly beautiful. There is no blood just light and then a burst, almost like a fire work. Gabriel was met by instant pain. Not in his side where Gadreel’s sword had pierced his skin. But in his back. His wings were being ripped from his body.

Yet, due to a goddess' whim, those two people who didn't even wish for it were granted an immediate chance to become low-level deities. "I'd relay your decision to the Council. Farewell." Once it said that, the bluebird acting as the messenger of the Council of Bathala fluttered its wings and then flew off. Once again, only Hanan was left inside the magnificently brightly lit palace. In one of the stained glass walls of the hall, the painted sun never seemed so alive. It was a portrayal of a new day, the sun was still gradually rising from the eastern side of the world.

Once Gabriel had fed, they climbed to the crest of a snow-capped peak and looked out over the twinkling lights below. To Aurora, it was just a town, but to Gabriel, it was the toughest challenge he had ever faced. Every light represented a life; a person who had turned it on. “Are you ready?” she asked. He tipped his head toward the sky, and despite being a vampire, he said a prayer. “You’ll be fine Gabriel, I promise. Now come on.” She held out her hand and he took it. “Nothing bad will happen, you’ll see.”

Gabriel stares at me with a piercing gaze that manages to leave me speechless. I hurried to calm his temper while stroking his shoulder. “I didn't mean to refuse your kindness, Gabriel.” “Then?!” Gabriel's voice rose, and the skin on his face flushed with a hardened jaw. I could clearly see his bright blue pupils turning dark blue. “I….” I paused my words when his dense aura made it hard for me to breathe properly. “I was so happy when you treated me well. The attention you give me really makes me feel precious. But I'm afraid that your kindness is just an act. I would rather not fall for a second time. Am I wrong if I make a fortress to protect myself?” I asked Gabriel while rubbing my wate

Gabriel nodded and collected the pamphlet, while Father Marcel nodded too, but in a proud, pious way to show he was pleased. Priest Gabriel has always loved sharing the gospel at any given opportunity, and he also loved to prepare for it, particularly on Sundays like this, which was tagged as another harvest of souls service. The highlight of such services for him was the altar call, where lost sinners were given yet another chance at repentance. At the last harvest of souls service about four weeks ago, Rev. Marcel had ministered on the “Purchase of Blood," and ten people had surrendered to Yeshua, while Priest Gabriel sat at a corner of the church weeping, his emotions completely overwhelm

Axel said smoothly. "I could give you two humans for a sacrifice, what do you say?" Axel asked, thinking about the drug Lords that run their dirty in the city. Gabriel closed his eyes for a brief second before he sighed. "No. Instead of this. You're supposed to protect me until I sacrifice the sacred blood to my God and become the most powerful being. You'll protect me from everyone including you until I fulfill this promise to my God," Gabriel said calmly, his eyes sparkling with excitement as Axel contemplated.

this fall was coming. "Besides, you tried to kill me. What, I'm just supposed to take it?" "Heh. Stubborn fool." He scoffed. Then—blink. A Spatial user flashed to his side, grabbed him. "Selene, die with the base." Gabriel smiled, cruel and calm—right before vanishing. The sky tore open. A missile roared through the rift, screaming straight at us. "Oh my god—it's a nuke!" "We're dead! We're all dead!"