Gabrielle Lyon Book Novels & Stories

Dad brought out a big brown book with a golden spine that extended around the book in a intricate design, dusting it off as he placed it on the large oak table. “I always wondered if Lylla knew what would happen, and she prepared for it” mom said, a solemn look on her face as she approached me. She took out a pin from the book's spine and grabbed my hand. “It will hurt a little” she said and pricked my finger. “Ow!” I moaned, pulling my hand from her. “I warned you” she said as she quickly went to the table, holding the pin with a drop of my blood over a small hole on the front of the book.

She was cast aside by the husband who never loved her—for the woman carrying his child. What he doesn't know: Gabrielle is pregnant too, with the twins of the true mate she lost. No more begging. No more silence. She's taking her late Alpha's legacy and walking away for good. Some Lunas fall. This one rises.

I knew, the moment I laid eyes on her again, that something had been awoken within her. I don’t know if I’m concerned, excited or kind of numb by the realisation, but I do know that I read about those traits in one place, and one place only. The Dragon Chronicles, or ‘pamphlet’ as Gabe called it, and now the name has stuck. Gabe and Hunter will never be trusted to name anything, because the names they give most things are either dripping with sarcasm or unnecessarily vulgar.

After making sure Lydia was asleep, she quietly went to the kitchen and heated a pot of water. She stepped out and poured it along the gap of 1702's door. In the freezing cold, the water turned to ice almost instantly. Gabrielle stood in the hallway, letting out a long breath in the dark. Her life didn't matter anymore, but she couldn't leave danger behind for the younger ones. She had lived long enough. Many younger than her had already died, but the younger generation still had a future. Victor had just started working. He hadn't even built a family yet.

The handwriting was unmistakable. Neat at first. Structured. Controlled. Her mother's, as she remembered her. Gabrielle read. Slowly. Deliberately. The early entries were… normal. A young woman building her life. Working in Celios’ financial sector. Observing the world with quiet intelligence and careful optimism. Forty pages. Forty-three. Then—A name. Shore. Gabrielle’s finger stilled on the page. She read the line again. And again. Her pulse climbed, slow and steady, like a tide.

Amara what a pretty name I thought to myself. I know to be just a touch bit more cautious because of high school but this, Gabriella is not high school. This Gabriella is college and there is no need to think everyone is the same. What good would that do? To let the last bit of judginess out of me, I have to point out how strangely and also creepily similar she looks to Luciano. Ugh Gabriella don't hate. She's very pretty, with her curly brown hair that bounces when she moves, as well as her dazzling emerald eyes, Luciano was most definitely benefited in the looks department so really it was a compliment though I'd never say that to him because he'd get far too comfortable with himself. I ho

Everyday that passes is another day that Gabriel is on the run and another day he’s free and able to hurt my family, and Sasha, if she’s still alive. Part of me doesn’t want to believe she’s dead, but as I look up at the mural of the Moon Goddess–painted in her wolf form, with her beasts on either side–I think maybe it’s best she’s gone. Sure, the last six months of my life would have been wasted on finding her. But she would have been tortured by Gabriel if he’d found her first. And she would have been a prisoner of the allied kingdoms if I’d found her instead. Ryan looks around as I walk up to the altar where a huge leather-bound book sits on its surface. Inside, written on paper yellowed

“And why should I? I’m just telling the truth, am I not, Gabe? Don’t you want to hurry up and claim your damsel before someone gets a grab at her?” Lloyd joked, expecting Gabriel to remain silent, something he usual did to swat off his friend’s useless teasing, but much to his and Christian’s surprise, The noirette spoke. “I do.” He confessed; dark eyes glued to the transparent body of his liquor gl*ss. “More than anything right now, I think I actually want Leonica back in my life, no matter what she comes back as.”

Damon continued with tears in his eyes, "Leonard, Gabrielle did the wrong thing but it was all because of Gloria. Now, Gloria has become the Luna of the Black Thorn Pack as she wished, yet she still wants to investigate what happened a few years ago. Gabrielle is dead. She is my only sister, and I hope that she will be remembered as a gentle, kind, and timid girl in Alpha Patrick's heart. Leonard, I beg you. Just pretend that you have never seen me here tonight. I will never let Gabrielle be scolded after she dies. I know that you have liked Gabrielle since you were young. You will help her, right?" Leonard was tense. When Damon mentioned that he had liked Gabrielle since he was young, he ma

Lily explained as they approached a bench placed outside the house. “Got it. How are you sure I'm not the spy?” Gabrielle asked with raised brows. “You love me too much to betray me.” Lily joked before she left Gabrielle’s side and went back to her room. Having made an appointment with Gabrielle to use her cravings to go out the next day without company, Lily went back to her reading this time, using her laptop. It was a good thing she had all her documents as soft copies. It was a risk but still a blessing.