Gabriel Season 1 Novels & Stories

Gabriel blocked her path with his body, not touching her, not grabbing her, simply becoming too solid to pass without a choice. “Move,” Tessa said. Her voice was flat. Gabriel stayed quiet. “Not yet.” “That’s Milo.” “I know.” “You don’t know anything.” “No,” Gabriel said. “But I know what traps look like after people have already bled on them.” Tessa’s face crumpled for half a second before rage pulled it back into shape. She shoved at his chest with both hands. Gabriel let her. He did not move. Not because he wanted to show strength, Evelyn thought, but because moving would have let Tessa fall into whatever the Watchers had prepared for grief.

Gabriel nodded once, then he looked back at me. “First time there?” I blinked. “Uh, yeah.” “You’ll want to stay near people you can trust,” he said. It wasn’t said like a warning, not exactly, but it felt like one. “Oh. Okay?” “Or,” he added after a brief pause, “maybe you should just avoid it altogether.” That seemed to change something in Tyler, because he immediately groaned. “Don’t start.” Gabriel’s gaze flicked at him briefly. “I’m not starting anything.”

Gabriel’s expression shifted from joy to concern, his brows furrowing in confusion. He leaned closer, his warm hand reaching out to touch my arm gently. “Are you alright, Pumpkin?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. I desperately wanted to respond, to reassure him that everything was fine, that it was just a temporary glitch. But my tongue remained stubbornly still, refusing to obey my commands. Frustration welled up inside me, mixing with my growing fear. The universe couldn’t let me savour the moment, because suddenly, a surge of scorching energy rushed through my body, knocking Gabriel off the bed and onto the ground.

[Ava] "Ava, it's Caleb, are you home now?" Caleb's voice rang out from the other end, I stared at Gabriel, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. His face was a chiseled mask of fury as his hand fisted into a ball "Hi, Caleb. Yes, I..." "Hang up!!" Gabriel snapped, his eyes flashing with a fierce primal possessiveness. "Are you busy?" Caleb asked before I could even say anything else, Gabriel grabbed the phone from my hand and hung it up

"The walls aren't exactly soundproof in this place." Before I could die of embarrassment, Gabriel walked down the stairs. He looked terrible—dark circles under his eyes, his jaw clenched tight, his entire body radiating tension and barely contained fury. My heart skipped a beat at his expression. Something was very wrong. "Gabriel?" I asked, pulling away from Zayne slightly. "What's going on? What happened?" Gabriel's eyes met mine, and I saw something in them that made my blood run cold—grief, rage, and devastating news he didn't want to deliver.

He had now come in fully. “For as long as I continue to feel absolutely nothing for you, Gabriel, and from the looks of things, that's going to be forever..” She wanted him to go away, badly. But it wasn't because she felt nothing for him; in fact, she did feel something, but she was fighting her emotions because she felt it was wrong to just dump Omari and move on from him so easily. “Ouch,” Gabi said, and as he heard her say that, all his gusto and liveliness disappeared. Yes, his full name was indeed Gabriel, but although it seemed such a basic name, it wasn't as straightforward to pronounce as it might seem at first glance.

I should have known better than to upset Gabriel, that man could do anything. Finally, Gabriel exhaled through his nose and reached inside his jacket. “You always did have a death wish. So fucking stubborn.” He slid a black card across the table—no name, no title, just a phone number embossed in silver. “Follow instructions exactly. No deviations. No questions.” I picked it up between two fingers, admiring how the light caught the metallic numbers. “What games are you playing, just tell me what you want from me.” “This isn't a game.” His sudden grip on my wrist was so tight, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned in. “Knight isn't who you think he is. Make one wrong move, and it won't ju

Gabriel is unaware of his origins and background, he was raised before being taken from the orphanage, in foster homes, until he was taken to the clan, whose friends betrayed him, so that in the end, after the death of the attack on the fortress, in question. The only thing he knew was that the woman who gave him life died without giving her name, and that he never knew his father. With effort even during training, he graduated in journalism, where he lives as one of the crowd in Lovecraft County, in Howard Phillips. Even during the following years, after Desire's intervention, her life takes a 180 degree turn: entering a life in darkness, becoming a vampire and an intense and sensual relati

Sabrina argued. His body froze. Strangely, his heartbeat increased. Gabriel suddenly stepped back while he stared at her as if she grew another head. He was not sure if he was nervous as he had never felt nervous before. Meanwhile, Sabrina flashed a wide smile. “I know your name and we've been sitting here for hours and talking so you aren’t a stranger anymore~” she said in a sing-song. Gab was gobsmacked. He did not know whether to laugh or feel disappointed at her statement. But he admitted deep inside he got a little excited when she said he was not a stranger because he knew Sabrina for a long time.

The pieces of an intricate puzzle were scattered around me, waiting to be put together in a way that would reveal a truth I wasn’t ready to accept. It felt good to actually take a proper shower after everything we’d been through. Gabriel’s men resided on the outskirts of New York in an apartment complex Vin told me Gabe had bought out. All so his men could stay here to keep an eye on me. I didn’t know whether to be flattered or afraid of how obsessed he was. I shouldn’t have been surprised that it wasn’t all that far from my tiny apartment I had lived in with Robert. Hair still damp from my shower, I made my way into the living room where Gabriel sat with Vin. He held a USB in his hands.