Miraculous Gabriel Agreste Novels & Stories

-Gabriel- I spot Andreas, Fenriz’s Beta, waiting for me at the entrance of the hotel. He’s powerful, second only in strength to Fenriz, tall, lean and muscular like Church, and has a scar running down his face courtesy of Katherine’s father. His long hair is tied up, and when he sees me, he cocks his head in greeting. “Fenriz told me,” he says. “My condolences; Myrcella was a little spitfire on her own.”

“I, Gabriel, call Azreal and Ava up please.” The rest of the gathered glanced around the table towards them. But Azreal was already on his feet and helped her to get her up. Before they made their way towards Gabriel. When they were next to him. It was then that Ava noticed how noticeably tall, Gabriel was. Which made her think was about six foot three. Gabriel gave Azreal a hard look. “Are you appsolutly aware who you are acusing, Azreal?” His tone alone made Ava want to question her wants of justice.

“You didn’t sleep.” Lucy glanced over her shoulder. He was sitting up now, rubbing a hand across his face. “Neither did you,” she said softly. He gave a humorless huff of laughter. “Touché.” Rising, he crossed to her side. He didn’t reach for her, but his presence was enough to steady her pulse. Together, they stood watching the rows of vines unfurl under the strengthening light. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured. “It’s deceptive,” Gabriel replied. His eyes stayed fixed on the horizon. “Beneath that beauty are contracts, debts, enemies who would strip this land bare if given half a chance.”

And now she knew why. “Faster, please..” Gabriel breathed. She could see him breathing fast. And as she finally lifted her head, she saw him closing his eyes while leaning back his head. His Adam's apple also moved up and down while his sweats slowly ran down his neck and naked chest. He was so beautiful. That's all Sabrina could say. Gabriel was like a picture perfect of a desire materialized. Like a master piece that would worth millions of dollars and be displayed in the museum as rare items.

There was peace in her eyes together with pride. Gabriel sat beside her, holding her hand tightly, his thumb rubbed gently over her knuckles over and over and again. He had been sitting there for hours, refusing to move, refusing to rest. His eyes were tired, but they were full of love and disbelief. Together, both of them stared at the three new miracles placed right in front of them. Three cribs stood close to the bed where Isla lay. Each crib held a life. Each crib carried a story that should not have happened, yet did happen.

“You can’t be serious, Brother. You can’t do this. I won’t let you go through that rabbit hole again. I will never forget what happened after our father passed away. The people you have killed, the ones you have tortured. No, Gabriel, you are still plagued by nightmares and can’t sleep because of this. No, I won’t let you.” Michael’s furious voice jolted me up, but Gabriel kept caressing my hair soothingly. “I would do anything for her, Michael, even if it caused me to lose myself in the process. Ariel is my only light, and I won’t let her be snuffed out. I’m the reason for all of this.” Michael sighed, and I heard his footsteps. Then the bed dipped next to Gabriel. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

Filtigal moved forward in slow steps, still not believing what he had seen. He looked at the empty sky and murmured, hoarsely: "If the celestials are retreating... they, who could fight... what are we going to do?" "They don't interfere. Don't expect a miracle. The fact that he rescued Gabriel was already out of the ordinary," the Gamma replied coldly. Filtigal carefully held Gabriel as if holding a sick child. The blood stained his clothes, and Gabriel's breath was a thread fading with each second. Around them, the wolves gathered, panting, as Gabriel was placed on Filtigal's back.

Gabriel asked as I held back a growl. “Why?” Millie asked, slightly stepping back. “Because my trumpet is a Holy relic made by God himself. So if you are this fare along with twin virtues, when I put it next to your stomach, it should glow or even play music.” Gabriel said. Millie hesitated, her eyes flickering between Gabriel and me. “Alright, if it will help,” she said softly. Gabriel moved gracefully and purposefully, holding the trumpet reverently. Its golden surface shimmered in the sunlight. As he brought it closer to Millie’s stomach, I stood beside her, ready to intervene.

“Easton, don’t kill him, we might need him to save our mate.” I told him, and thankfully he grabbed a hold of him, punching him once in the gut, before securing him. “I deserved that.” Gabriel said through the pain, as if he was trying to make amends with what he had done, but I don’t think he truly understands how dangerous his Goddess has become over the moons being away from the heavens.