Gabriel Season 1 Novels & Stories

“By the way, where is my queen? Why didn't I see her carriage enter the castle gate? Is she not feeling well or something? Fuck! Why did I start acting like this?” “At first, this feeling seems foolish to me. Now the same feelings are driving me crazy. Shit! My stupid destiny played very well,” Gabriel muttered. He was fighting within. These feelings were new and bothered me. Just rights then a brown-colored carriage entered the Castle gate. Gabriel took a deep breath in the air. “UMM! She is here, finally, my queen is here.” Gabriel directly jumped from the rooftop to his chamber with a wide smile on his face. ★★★

Gabriel wouldn't do that to her. As they planned their next move, Scarlette noticed that Gabriel seemed more distant than usual. She reached out to touch his hand, but he recoiled from her touch. Scarlette was confused and hurt, wondering if he had changed his mind about their relationship. Gabriel spoke softly, explaining that he was struggling with his duties as the vampire King and realizing that he needed to make some tough decisions to keep his clan safe. Scarlette listened intently, trying to understand the situation, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that Gabriel was hiding something from her.

It felt like a cruel joke. I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head as I stared at the rippling water. “Moved on, huh? Is that what we’re calling it?” Stephan’s gaze settled on me, filled with a pity I didn’t want to see. “Castiel, I know what you’re thinking—” “No, you don’t,” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “You weren’t there, Stephan. You didn’t hear him. Gabriel’s name was the first thing out of his mouth when he was vulnerable. Not mine. Not anything else. It was *him.*”

"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."

As soon as he saw me standing there, his smile widened, and he walked quickly toward me, opening his arms wide to hug and kiss me like he always did. "My dear wife..." Gabriel spoke softly and lovingly, reaching his hands toward me gently. "Why are you standing here alone in the dark? I have missed you so much the whole evening..." But before he could even touch or come close to me, I immediately stepped backward sharply and quickly, keeping a very big distance between us, looking straight into his eyes with tears continuously falling from my eyes and with eyes burning with deep anger, pain, and hatred. Gabriel stopped walking immediately, his smile instantly disappeared completely, and his

“We’ll see about that.” With a swift, fluid motion, Gabriel lunged at me. I barely had time to react, dodging to the side as his hand swiped through the air where my head had been moments before. He moved with a speed and grace that was almost inhuman, his strength fueled by a dark, malevolent energy. I stumbled back, my heart pounding in my chest. Gabriel advanced, his eyes locked onto mine, a predatory gleam in his gaze. I knew I was no match for him in a physical confrontation, but I couldn’t back down now. Not when so much was at stake.

Eliza opens her eyes and turns from her lying position to see where the pain had originated which was her arm with a red mark on it after which she looked up to see whom or what had caused it, she puts her head up to come face to face with a beautiful man sitting on a rock close to her; he had gold hair and bright eyes to match, his musculature was of a slim build which spoke more of an athlete than a fighter, his appearance was nothing short of glorious as his skin glowed brightly with a strange and enchanting hue, he wore a flowing white gown and brown sandals with a bright smile on his face ELIZA : Jesus?? UNKNOWN MALE : of course not, the son of God is seated at the right hand of the Fat

I wanted to spend more time with him, to keep building on what we had started this morning. But I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and watched them leave. I was still lost in thought when I heard the door creak open. I had just finished up the dishes and spun on my heel, putting on a broad smile on my face as I expected Zachary or Hailey getting in through the door, but my heart skidded to a stop when I saw who it was. Gabriel. He was standing there, a dark look in his eyes, and I felt a chill run down my spine. He was the last person on this earth I wanted to see, and fear gripped me to my bones.

Gabriel’s tone changed to displeasure. “Why?” Yada knew she was pushing her luck. Gabriel placed both hands in front of his face as though he were praying. Why? “Fine, if the facts are what you wish, then perhaps you should have them.” Yada did not say a word. How could she? Gabe was about to give her something she wanted, and it shocked her. “Give me your hand,” he said calmly. Extending her arm slowly, she placed her hand in his.

… Early the next morning, Gabriel received a call from Wren just as he stepped off the plane. "Gabriel, come to the hospital right away. Harrison and I need to talk to you," Wren said urgently. Gabriel frowned, replying, "I'm a bit busy right now. I'll come by in the evening." He hung up and was about to call his assistant when a news notification popped up on his screen. His grip on the phone tightened, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he clicked on the article. A minute later, Gabriel called his assistant, his voice icy. "Is the news about Nyla's cliff dive true?"