Novel & Cerita Miraculous Gabriel Agreste

Emily answered and lifted one shoulder in a partial shrug. Letting out a long sigh, Gabriel said, “Breanna is Marcus’s mate. He is my advisor and came with me to help me find Sabeastian. We called Breanna later because she is a witch, and we did not know if we would need her ability to cloak us to enter Rotterford’s estate. She has some healing abilities. She fixed the crack in your skull,” Gabriel finished quickly. “Now,” he asked, irritated. “Who is Miguel?”

She just hated that she hadn't given Gabriel an extra shot in the first place! Gabriel smiled, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said to the chosen man, "Do you hear me? This compartment is reserved for you and Miss Mira, serve her well." The man nodded quickly and took Mira's hand as quickly as he could. Mira felt sick, sick to her stomach, how could she be so miserable, "Gabriel, what do you take me for? A woman for sale?" Gabriel's steps staggered and the corners of his mouth turned cruelly up, "And what did Miss Mira take me for, anyway? A piece of trash you can throw away whenever you want?"

And in the next moment, multiple footsteps came from all directions. Rapid approach. Full encirclement of the square. Gabriel slowly raised his hand. “Iris.” She did not answer. “Do not move no matter what happens.” Then he turned his head slightly. His eyes turned colder. “Now… we won’t look for them.” “They will come to us.” He let out a slightly insane laugh and drew his sword. Gabriel had a very famous title: “The God of War.”

The commandant’s cries of pain continued as his silhouette inside the flock of thousands of butterflies. Gabriel the Faithful, whose hands were trembling as his eyes darkened, opened his palm to release his hidden ability when a pair of shaking hands stopped his arm – hugging his arms just to stop him. The moment he turned to his side, he was met by the ashen face of his son, Angelo the Faithful. “Father, you can’t! Not now!” Aneglo’s whispered words were frantic, reminding him of what were at stakes – his long-awaited plans or his vassal? Biting the insides of his cheeks to the point where he could taste the tangy liquid seeping down his throat, Gabriel the Faithful lowered his right arm. I

She took in the child most of her people called a bastard orphan. Ten years later after Azazel had taken over Agron as its ruler, He had finally given birth to his pride heir. A boy of eight years called Uvras whose mother was Empusa. He had though came with his wife Cassandra from Talos a mother of two twin girls Irune and ivae who were five by the time he got to Agron. Empusa had yet settled for the idea that she was to be under Azazel’s custody to her very last breath until it all started again with the unforeseen help of Ivae and Uvras.

Lilian Roseforth POV The air was still, carrying the soft scent of jasmine from the bushes along the garden wall. The sun had dipped below the rooftops, painting the sky in gentle shades of amber and violet, and the first fireflies were beginning to flicker low over the grass. Gabriel knelt before me, holding out that simple silver ring—no glitter, no show of wealth, just smooth, honest metal. His expression was open, unguarded, waiting. There was no trace of the proud, guarded man he had once been, nor of the gentle stranger who had hidden behind a false name years ago. This was the man he had become: humble, sincere, stripped of all pretense.

Gabriel turned, his robe swishing as he left. “Well, Elias,” she purred, rolling his name on her tongue like wine. “Are you afraid of me?” He gripped the tray in his hands. Bread. Water. His fingers shook. “I am not afraid. I serve the Path. I am not weak.” Her smile widened. “Mmm. Then why are your hands trembling?” He clenched them tighter. “You will not tempt me.” “Tempt you?” Her laugh was low, sultry. “I don’t need to. You already look at me the way starving men look at bread.”

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.

“Because I haven’t seen her anywhere since you got back.” I finally turned away from the mirror. “Come on,” I said flatly. “The elders are waiting.” I tried walking past him again, but Gabriel immediately blocked my path once more. “Nah.” he said firmly, folding his arms. “The elders can wait, this is more important.” I stared at him coldly. He leaned closer. “That girl really broke your heart?” he asked in disbelief. “You? The same Azrael who never cared about women?” He shook his head dramatically. “You actually fell for an ordinary maid and she dumped you and disappeared?”

I put my arm around her shoulder, and she sighed. “What is Azael doing with you, Goddess?” Selene asked in a burst of courage. “He is my guarantor, my witness, so to speak, and well, he comes to make sure I don't overstep my bounds with the person I'm going to bless the most,” the Goddess explained simply, which surprised me. “Gabrielle, come, I will bless you first.” My Beta opened her mouth in shock but quickly recovered. Gabrielle walked before the Goddess, who placed her hands on her shoulders, then blew gracefully on my best friend's face as her godly eyes turned completely golden.