Uriel Gabriel Michael Raphael Novels & Stories

The footage from the café was uploaded online by a passerby. As a public figure, Gabriel's actions caused quite a stir. He was disqualified from competing for a Designer of the Year award. Meanwhile, Raphael's company stocks kept tanking. … One day, Raphael showed up at the law firm where I worked and said he wanted to take me back to where we first met after I got off work. After I had left Gabriel, I threw myself passionately back into my beloved work since I no longer had to rely on anyone.

Raphael didn't sit, rather he stopped in front of Gabriel flappy his wings in the air to keep himself floating mid-air. "Raphael! Is that really you!?" Gabriel's eyes widened in surprise as he behold the lost Angel. "Long time no see Gabriel, it is I Raphael." "I thought you were lost forever after we had searched for you but couldn't find you." Gabriel said. "I wasn't lost, I was captured by an evil man who turned me into darkness, that is why you couldn't find me. Anyways, as the Creator wishes, I am now free from the evil man clutches." Raphael told him.

I could now see him suddenly stopping in his tracks by the couch, wearing a random grey t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants -very unlike him by the way- staring at my creepy stalker slash saviour in a very weird manner. “Gabriel?” Gabriel? “But how-” Before he could finish his sentence Gabriel had already beat him to it, answering in a very relaxed manner, “How did I know where you guys were? Seriously, did you really think he was going to leave his only and beloved child unsupervised?” “Wait, this is THE Gabriel?” I incredulously shouted, staring wide-eyed at the practically taller, bulkier and more mature version of Raphael standing right in front of me. In fact, now that I have taken a bette

“I don’t know how we’re going to tell Gabriel and Rafael. Are they still in heaven?” Michael shakes his head. “Non, Gabriel and Rafael are on earth. I believe Gabriel is still one of The Creator’s enforcers. The last time that I saw him was in 1939; he was in Germany fighting Nazis. Rafael fell soon after I did. He came to me after he fell. He looked…haunted.” Michael frowns. “He was not the same joyeux jeune ange that we knew,” Joyous young angel. “He was angry and withdrawn but refused to tell me why he fell. He simply asked me to help him find an isolated place for him to live. I found him in a secluded cabin in Kinross, Scotland. I believe he still lives there.” “Do you think he knew abo

David protested. "Not to me. You've all passed the test excellently. Well, George passed excellently, about average. As I was saying, we have a mission at hand. Gabriela and I collaborate, in a way. She's the boss, as you know, and she needed a team to stay. Her trusted ones are accompanying her on a mission, and you guys came to my mind." "Can we be done with this, please?" muttered Daniela. "Oh, Rivera, please."

It is a respite and somewhat of a torture. My mind involuntarily wanders back to the notebook. What did Kai mean by our father being one of them? One of who? A tap on the shoulder makes me squeak. I turn my head. “What?” Azriel doesn’t verbally say anything, just pushes the tablet he had been fiddling with towards me. When I stare at him, confused, he sighs. “Read the profiles of these people. Be thorough with the details because we need to make deals with them before the alpha king or alpha Aiden does.” I furrow my brows.

he hissed, referring to Uriel. His cousin Uriel was a mage healer, considered the best in his field. He had been the head of the royal mage healers, but seven years ago, he banned Uriel from entering the royal estate. Since then, Uriel has stayed in the Capital City, managing his own apothecary. It has been seven years since they last spoke, following a tragic incident. Just then, a portal shimmered into existence nearby, swirling with faint blue light. Uriel then stepped forward, giving a slight bow and a polite greeting. Gavriel remained emotionless as he directly ordered, “Check her. Make sure she lives.”

Satisfied and satisfied, Godric leaned against the warm body of his partner and closed his eyes. Silent steps flitted through the corridors of the monastery in the middle of the night. Only a silhouette could be seen in the glow of the stars. With something in hand she went purposefully to a room, but did not open the door, but blew through it like the light evening wind before it took shape again. "Urilein.", The figure whispered and the person named, who was still sitting at the desk and seemed to be working, hardly noticed him. He wrote something on parchment paper with a pen, which he dipped repeatedly into a glass of ink. The writing, however, did not seem black from the ink, but was bu

Who would suspect anything untoward from my deceptively innocent looking best friend? “I’m Beta Gabriel, you can call me Gabe. Uriel was a fool, but then I suppose that isn’t uncommon around here right now.” He pauses for a moment and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “ You remind me of my mate, Lottie. She always finds her way to trouble. You aren’t going to be trouble, are you?” he raises an eyebrow at Lena who shrugs nonchalantly. “Goddess help us, you could be her clone.” He bursts out laughing.

questioned Gabriel, as the Brethren met up by the side of the house. “No, damn it. Why do I get the strange feeling E.L. is putting his nose into things again?” “Well, I hope that’s the reason you’re not sensing her anymore. I’d hate to think of the alternative.” “She’s not dead, Gabriel. She’s not. She can’t be. And that’s final. So let’s get on with things, shall we?” Raphael pressed. Naturally, he led the way. As if anyone would dare to make him wait. The rest of the Brethren fell in place next to and behind him. He motioned for Michael to disarm the front door locks. He stepped forward, and with a mere wave of his hand over the door handle, he unlocked the myriad of mechanisms installed