Supernatural #gabriel Novels & Stories

“I know everything, Damien. I know that you are the only son of Lucifer. I also know why he is interested in Synestra. I know more about his plan than you. Did he tell you who her parents are?’ What did he mean? She is just a human right? “How do you know any of this? Who are you? Is this why you have been trying to get close to her? If you were smart you wouldn't mess with her knowing the only son of Lucifer has warned you to stay away.” I warned him. “I am not afraid of you Damien. Your power doesn't begin to equal mine. I will have Synestra for myself and you will stay away from her.” He smiled and a bright light began to shine all around him as large white wings sprang from his back. It

"He's an Alpha. He should have some kind of connection or channel to communicate with the Alpha Supreme, some way to request an audience or send a message." We found Gabriel downstairs in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee and looking exhausted. The past few days had taken a toll on all of us, but Gabriel especially seemed worn down—guilt over my mother's initial capture, guilt over leaving Zayne behind, guilt over losing his Alpha position. "Gabriel," I said, striding into the kitchen with Azumi right behind me. "We need to talk to you about something important." He looked up, immediately alert despite his exhaustion. "What is it? Did you find something?"

“Oh, baby—are you hurt? Are you alright? Talk to me!” He shook his head against my chest, curls damp with sweat. “I’m fine…” He paused, his little body trembling. “But he’s not fine.” I froze. My grip loosened just enough for me to pull him back, my eyes narrowing. “Who?” Abriel’s tiny hand lifted, pointing behind me. My blood iced. I turned, following the small, trembling finger— And saw him. Gabriel. He lay sprawled on the ground, his body too still, blood seeping dark into the earth beneath him. His chest rose shallow, every breath a battle.

It pulsed with a faint light beneath my skin. Gabriel made a sound between a choke and a growl. "A double circle... with inverted triangles." He reached out, his thumb grazed the edge of the mark softly. A jolt of electricity snapped between us. Gabriel jumped back as if he had been burned, his eyes wide and glowing a bright gold. "This is impossible," he muttered, pacing the small bathroom floor. He looked at me as if he were seeing a ghost. "Elvira, do you have any idea what that is?"

"He's not old enough for the full affect yet, but this will do." Gabriel suddenly fell silent, eyes glowing green as she turned back toward the large portal. She stopped pulling power from me, left me there, weak and useless, barely able to lift my head from where I'd collapsed on the stones, to watch as my son's hand lifted, face blank, and the portal opened. Into blackness as dark and empty as my sorcery. The Gateway. Gabriel was a Gate, not just a Gatekeeper. But a maker of ways. But, to where?

The sight of the ordinary scene—the warmth of the kitchen, the clatter of utensils—brought an unexpected lump to her throat. As Gabriel placed a steaming plate in front of her, she said softly, “You remind me of him. My dad. The way you move, the way you take care of things… it’s like he’s still here.” Gabriel’s expression faltered for a moment before he gave her a faint smile. “He was a good man. The best I’ve ever known.” They ate in silence for a while, the conversation flowing naturally between memories of her parents and Gabriel’s work as a sorcerer. He explained that his abilities allowed him to sense the lingering traces of magical or supernatural events, and that Black Lake had been

"Does Gabriel know?" "They should have told him by now, I just hope this calms him down, this makes him realize the need for our family to come back together." The thought of what these two siblings are going through right now clogged down emotions in my throat like a lump. "I'm so sorry Gabby, I wish I can make this end." Her eyes lighted up instantly. "Yes you can!" my eyes widened a touch. "You're a magician right?! You should be able to cure my father of cancer!" What!

Tristan follows behind me and takes a seat when I gesture for them too. “What’s going on, Rowan?” Mikhail asks. My lips twist into a grimace as I consider what to say. “I’m glad that you’re all here.” I wave a hand in Tristan’s direction. “All of you know Tristan already.” Tristan nods his head in acknowledgment. “Tristan is not just my brother, but he’s also the master of the Halo that I work for. Over the past couple of months, several Supernatural students have gone missing from our school. We recently found out that they were murdered, and parts of their bodies were used to construct some kind of Frankenstein monster. It’s pretty gruesome and puzzling at once. Due to the severity of the

Is that what you are saying? GABRIEL : Be careful of the assumptions you make, else you be struck dead for blaspheming against the Father ELIZA : Threatening me like that won’t change what I feel or what I’ve seen, people died in the most painful and gruesome way possible, Gabriel…. Six billion people are dead and instead of you to give an answer for why the Father didn’t stop this a long time ago You dare to threaten me with being struck dead ( Eliza’s body begins to glow as her powers run wild with the spike in her emotional state which in this case is as a result of anger overwhelming her, Gabriel sees this and immediately moves to hug her which calms her nerves )

“Well, that’s why we, I mean Atlas thinks, your other abilities may be more prominent” I wasn’t sure I could deal with anymore bizarre information but I needed to know. “What other abilities?” “Thea, werewolves are part of the supernatural world. There are others who also live in it. From what you’ve told me, it is likely you have the powers of a mage”. “What is a mage?” “Mages possess magic. They are more powerful than werewolves. They are able to control, destroy or renew the elements around them”. My head was swimming, “I…don’t understand”. Bessie reached for my hand, and gently held it between her own. “When that man tried to touch you, I think you unconsciously spelled yourself to be su