Supernatural #gabriel Novels & Stories

He stared down at the message on his screen, dread flooding his mind in an instant. He called me—once, twice, again and again. All he received was the same cold, mechanical tone. Disconnected. “Gabriel? What’s wrong?” someone whispered urgently. “The guests are watching.” Chloe noticed the change in him and urged him forward, but Gabriel suddenly ripped the family ring from his finger and hurled it aside. Without another word, he turned and ran toward the villa doors. A guard stepped into his path. “Move!” Gabriel roared. “I am Vampire Lord Gabriel. Open the gates—I’m going home!”

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.

What are you planning? "Bring me two million, and I'll help you nail her." I stared at Summer. "Otherwise, I'll keep taking her money. "When you're making deals with the devil, you stand with whoever pays more.” "Goddamn it, Mark! One day, money's going to get you killed!"

From what he had guessed, the Santiagos were not as strong as the Gabriels. Nevertheless, he had not thought Hudson would care less about offending the Gabriels. "In truth, to me, the Gabriels are nothing special. So…" Before Lucas could complete his statement, a ferocious voice was heard as it blasted the ears of the crowd. "Hudson, Charles is here!" They heard the man’s voice before he even showed up. Everyone in the Santiago family began to fumble around. Charles Gabriel was the head of the Gabriel family and the father of Blake Gabriel. Additionally, he was a Rank 8 Evolved One.

Maeve and Dougal almost throw down over an accidental shoulder bump, and that’s when Gabriel decides it’s time for a chat. “Hot take, fam,” he says, clapping his hands. “Gather round. Uncle Gabe’s got some tea to spill. The reason y’all wanna unalive everyone is your Throne heem—makes you feel hella pressed to yeet people through walls. God vibes are off, and that gives you mad BDE.” We all stare at him. “…What the absolute fuck did he just say?” I ask first, bless me. Michael sighs. “Gabriel spent the last century on Earth. He speaks fluent human slang. And refuses to stop.”

“Haniel's kindness knows no bounds. I wouldn't dare mess with her. But I suppose that's what entices Bub in the first place...” I shook my head in disbelief. “The love lives of gods is beyond me.” Gabriel raised his brows. “Gods? Haven't been called that in a while. I like you, mortal.” “I don't know what else to call you. I'm still a recovering atheist.” “I'm a recovering alcoholic.” “Wait, what?” “I'm joking. I really have no idea what it's like to not believe in you.” “Not believe in me?”

Samuel bowed his head jokingly and laughed, “You’ve just got the wings. Maybe you’ll soon become an angel.” “Samuel, my brother, seems like your broken spine has mended. It’s a pleasure to see you together with Harris. You both need each other to deal with me,” said Gabriel, broadening the smile that reached his eyes. He continued, “I can smell you’ve come to hunt me down with a big herd of werewolves. Impressive!!”

With that, Samuel turned around to look at his mate crying and holding on to his mother for comfort. “Gabi. Gabriella!” Samuel cried out, begging for his mate, his Luna, to look at him. “Let it go, Samuel. Take your punishments. Let her take her time.” Gabriel said, stepping forward to block Sam from seeing Gabi. And just like they had done for Marcus, Remmie came to stand in front of Gabi, Reign to the back covering her ears and Rose to her other side holding onto her tightly. “With these cards, I resolve you of your sins against myself and this family,” Gabriel said before taking the cards that Alec held out to him seeing as Marcus and Antony were currently being patched up at the clinic.

I might as well retract his support system if he did not want it anymore. … On my way back from the cemetery, a rare occurrence happened—Gabriel rang me up. His tone was awkward and questioning as he asked, "Could you please send me a video of her? I haven't seen Annabelle in days, Rhea." "Sure." I hung up the call before he could finish speaking. I then sent him one of Annabelle's videos from when she was still alive. Gabriel swiftly replied with a voice message. He now had a much more relaxed tone.

“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