Gabriel The Giver Novels & Stories

Gabriella would never harm a hair on anyone but at the same time, she did confess to doing it. He sighed as he looked up from the book that he was going through, trying to get an apology gift for Cyrus mainly by figuring out how exactly to get Gabriella to break the curse because he was certain that Cyrus was nowhere ready to play happy husband with Gabriella. He finally found something that could work, and he was pleased with himself. Hopefully, when he tells the brothers about this, Cyrus will see it as a form of apology and accept it.

“This kind of move, he knows it risks exposure. He wouldn’t have risked the council’s wrath unless he was close to something.” “He’s close to dying,” Damascus said, voice low and dangerous. Gabriel studied him for a moment, “You’re not thinking clearly.” “I’m thinking clearer than I ever have. And I will burn the world to get her back.” Gabriel didn’t argue. Instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small pendant — old, cracked, and humming with faint residual power. “My mother gave me this. Last-resort kind of thing. It's a tracker. Not by scent, by soul.”

, That is the scripture within you ELIZA : Sorry what… GABRIEL : You are God’s hand, a human with the power to end this war and close the gates of hell ( With a proud voice) ELIZA : Don’t you think that’s a bit much GABRIEL : Don’t worry about it, that’s why I’m here, to help you focus your strength and master your ability ( Coming close to Eliza and putting an arm on her shoulder, calming her nerves) ELIZA : Alright then, let’s get started ( tightening her fist to let go of her nervousness having just had a bomb dropped in her) GABRIEL : Good, how about we begin with a short lesson on the source of your power

Gabriel chuckled softly and hugged her back just as tight. Now, he was determined to make her happy again. He blamed himself for keeping that secret for so long. But at that moment, everything felt right again. “I have a gift for him,” Isla said. “A gift?” Gabriel asked, surprised. She pulled back slightly and looked at him, then nodded. “Yes. A very special gift.” “I made special keys for the new city,” she explained. “They are his access to the city he founded.” Gabriel looked at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with admiration. Then he smiled.

Wendy said and the whole crowd gave a round of applause for Gabriel as he stepped on the stage with his designer suit that looked perfect on him. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am Gabriel Oscar, son of Seth Oscar and Alpha of the blood moon pack of the eastern region. It's an honor to stand before the greatest community of paranormal, the Oscars Academy. It was never my idea to build a school, I went on a really long trip and by the time I was back, my wife Minx Oscar already had this prestigious institution in motion, please a round of applause for her” Gabriel said and the spotlight was put on Minx as the whole crowd applauded her.

Gabriel chuckled before smirking. “Serve you right, but thank you brother.” he looked at me “This is the best Birthday present I ever got.” Michael preened at his brother’s words. “By the way, your gift is upstairs. Ariel knows what it is. It is the baby blue one, remember?” Lola grinned. “You are welcome, brother.” She said before leaving with Michael. Gabriel cocked a brow at my flaming hot face. I groaned and hid my shame between my hands. “Knowing her, I would say she bought you something I would enjoy?” I hit his chest.

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

Gabriel's response came, each word measured and serious, "Back at the mansion as the only security. The 1 percent consists of Blanca, his Luna, Grinjo, his beta, Aiden and Carmen, his beta's children, and then me." A wave of relief swept through me, a soothing balm to the anxiety that had gripped my senses. The realization that I wouldn't have to worry about facing Gabriel on the battlefield brought a momentary ease. "Thanks for the heads up, Gabriel. You've done more than enough," I expressed my gratitude, acknowledging the crucial information he had provided.

Maeve and Dougal almost throw down over an accidental shoulder bump, and that’s when Gabriel decides it’s time for a chat. “Hot take, fam,” he says, clapping his hands. “Gather round. Uncle Gabe’s got some tea to spill. The reason y’all wanna unalive everyone is your Throne heem—makes you feel hella pressed to yeet people through walls. God vibes are off, and that gives you mad BDE.” We all stare at him. “…What the absolute fuck did he just say?” I ask first, bless me. Michael sighs. “Gabriel spent the last century on Earth. He speaks fluent human slang. And refuses to stop.”

As lunch neared its end, the atmosphere in the room grew quiet. Gabriel had not spoken much. He only ate slowly, occasionally observing my face as if making sure every detail of my expression was recorded in his memory. After swallowing his last bite, he placed his fork and knife down with movements that were almost too precise, then leaned back slightly. His eyes remained on me without blinking. “Sera, there is something I need to give you.” “For what?” I asked carefully. Gabriel lowered his hand to the inner pocket of his suit, then pulled out a small black box. A velvet box, the kind that held only one thing.