Miraculous Gabriel Agreste Novels & Stories

“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?

# # # At almost the same time, Morana entered the car that was sent by Quirino to pick her up. A young man got out of the car and opened the door for Morana. As he started the car engine, the young man introduced himself as Rian. "This is the ATM card that Mr. Quirino asked to hand over to Miss Morana." Rian took out an ATM card with a gold plaque from his pocket. “Mr. Quirino said, the pin number is the same as the previous card pin.” Morana nodded in understanding. Quirino has a habit of making a code using the date they first met, on the basketball court, 4 years ago.

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.

"Because I didn’t know if I could trust him. And because I didn’t want you involved any deeper than you already are." I stood. "It’s too late for that." He met my gaze. "Then come with me. The meeting is tomorrow. He asked for you specifically." We met Gabriel in a secluded safe house on the outskirts of Tagaytay. He looked nothing like the polished billionaire from the news. His face was leaner, his beard grown in. But his eyes held that same sharp intelligence I remembered from the articles I read. When he saw me, he froze. "You’re Mira."

In his simple black tunic, his shoulders seemed impossibly broad, his presence consuming every inch of the space. “You’re still awake,” he said. His voice was a low rumble, devoid of the coldness I had expected. “I didn't think you were coming,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. Gabriel walked toward me, stopping only when the tips of his boots brushed the hem of my gown. He reached out, his large hand cupping my chin and tilting my face upward. His eyes weren't the icy blue of a killer; they were swirling storms of silver. “You knew what that weed was,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “It was just a random wildling weed, not the precious White Lotus Pearl weed. Why did

Moreover, the owner of the orphanage also bullied him. "Keep digging for that information, Ares. I'll make calculations with all of them if their reasons for bullying Elea are unfounded!" angry Gabrielle. "Yes Young Master!" "You can come out!" Gabrielle went into the bathroom. He stripped off his own clothes then stood facing the mirror. "Elea, what magic did you put on your body to make me go crazy like this? What special thing are you hiding behind your back?" Gabrielle muttered as she touched her own face.

If anyone out there would be able to help me locate Gabe and Synestra it would be him and his network of spies. I arrived back at home and went straight to meet with Aastor. I explained to him what I had found at my Mother’s house. I told him about the incident at Haloand the fact that Gabe had disappeared with Synestra. I told him what Lailah had said about the angel Ramiel being the key to locating Gabe. a sick smile began to form on his face.