Gabriels Redemption Novels & Stories

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

Now, we stood on the threshold of the cabin where Orlando sat, seemingly unperturbed, flanked by three loyal men, including Xavier. As if in unison, Matteo and Tom raised their weapons, positioning themselves to neutralize the remaining guards. A volley of gunfire echoed through the cabin, ending the lives of the final two sentinels. Only Orlando and Xavier stood, their weapons trained on us. Despite Orlando's attempt to project defiance, fear seeped into his gaze, betraying his facade. It was a sight I relished, the knowledge that his dominion was crumbling, that he was not invincible.

“Not entirely. Hence, the different shades of its wings. I’m still stuck between the truth and the lie.” I watched his expression intently as I could see that Gabriel Stark was just as broken as me. In a way, I wouldn’t understand. What were you hiding beneath that beautiful face? “But there’s only one thing left to complete my collection. Your portrait would look absolutely divine on my wall. Next to the Fallen Angel should be an actual ‘angel.’ Pure and kind,” he went on, setting his chin on my forehead. “My redemption.” His words were like a sweet, romantic song in my ears. How could he do this? Making me melt with his voice alone. His creativity was limitless.

Gabriella’s “How am I going to make up for him then?” I asked Snow who was reading a book while laying down on her bed. We just got back from the mission and I just finished washing up. It’s not that what I did was wrong, but I thought I was being too harsh on Red. I know he’s a great leader and soldier, but he, himself, was hesitant to stay longer because of what happened to him. I just wanted him to know that I care for his thoughts and choices for himself.

With that, she turns and steps out of the cabin, the door closing with a quiet finality behind her, sealing him within a sanctuary turned prison. Gabriel remains motionless, his green eyes reflecting both ancient guilt and the fresh pain of possibly losing the one person who made him believe in redemption. The world outside shifts, and as he stands on the precipice of despair, he realizes the shadows of his past are now laid bare before them both, waiting to be confronted under the endless night.

I turn on my heels, ready to stomp back into the heat of the battle, back into the world of numbers and pledging promises to upgrades in every hospital around the world, for every pack, but Gabriel has other plans. His hand snatches mine, spinning me around so fast that I lose my balance, his arms latching around my hips and yanking me upright so hard that I feel a pang of shock spike through my spine. It’s not so much his abrasiveness, but his determination, his eyes a fiery red color I have never seen before.

Gabriel looked away, his jaw working silently as the rain beat down upon his face. And suddenly, the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Everything made sense now. How Gabriel moved with such lethal efficiency. How he knew the exact layout of Eden’s hidden sectors. How he knew the security overrides, and why Evelyn recognized him on sight. Gabriel Cross wasn’t just a rogue survivor who had managed to escape the labs. He used to belong to the very machine that built them. Ava stepped backward slowly, shaking her head. “How much of this was a lie, Gabriel? How much of your life was just a script?”

“Is redemption really a thing?” She did not believe at all that the men they intimidated in the basement of Gregory’s house saw daylight again, but Gabriel seemed to have accepted it as a possibility. And, so far, none of the men had appeared on the news as missing, so she had not had to challenge her ethics on the subject.

“Is redemption really a thing?” She did not believe at all that the men they intimidated in the basement of Gregory’s house saw daylight again, but Gabriel seemed to have accepted it as a possibility. And, so far, none of the men had appeared on the news as missing, so she had not had to challenge her ethics on the subject.

Everyone looked at her. “She’s not a liability.” Ava turned toward the war table, eyes sharp. “She’s the centerpiece. The redemption arc. The solution.” Gabriel had done what Ava feared most. He didn’t just refute her version of truth. He built a better one. Smarter. Softer. Still smiling. And now the world had a new prototype to adore. Rowen dropped into a chair, rubbing her face. “So what do we do?” Ava answered immediately. “We find her.”