Van Helsing Gabriel Novels & Stories

Jotham, Silveran Capital 2030 Questions surfaced in Hazel's mind. Who was the figure in the dark? Why did he have violet eyes? As far as she knew, only black bloods possessed such color of eyes. The black bloods lived in isolation from other kingdoms. They were known as the Galacticans, since the name of their kingdom was Galactica. The black bloods were demonic in nature and they had hair and eyes ranging from red to black. In other cases, some black bloods possessed violet eyes. Black bloods were believed to have nine lives and the ability to shape shift into big or small cats. Other kingdoms despised them but really it was their fear of black bloods that drove them to hate the black blood

Gabriel was at a place and he saw his watch the enlightening Illia to bring the vampire while the magician puts a range of candles around the type of ash. "They're here!" Robin said when his brother saw his vocabulary on his shoulder. "Give me vambump quickly." The charming was accompanied by Ilia in his feet and his neck. "Fuck, he's heavy." Ikele Ikele while Robin approached him and was on his shoulder. The Gabriel is a way to the magic and waisthi, which comes out of Sina and holds you with a vampire rival, and open his wrist. Then put his graduation above as poor to fall. Once the blood fell, the smoke began to escape from ash. The flag began to threaten a kind of unspecified words and b

Zella asked Layla, who was easier to explain than her two friends. "Gabriel Van Osch. He's a fugitive with multiple identities who has committed fraud, murder, and theft. Gabriel took the life of a minister in the UK many months ago. So until now, Gabriel is a fugitive who will be killed by us." "Are we going to take his life, or just arrest him?" Zella got into the car filled with four people. Layla and Zella were in the back seat, while Audrey and Diandra were driving the car in the front.

I aim for his back, and with my elongated claws, I leap on my father and deeply dip my claws into the flesh of his back. "Fucking..."My dad painfully growls when I reap out his spine. The man falls to the ground with heavy pants, and I kneel before him to finish the job. My father's eyes turns black. So black that it's like staring at coal. "You just made a grave mistake," Gabriel sneers, and when I go for his heart, the man instantly vanishes, leaving my hand extended in the air. "Fuck" I mutter looking around in alarm. No one is here. What was the noise and who killed Alex? Where did Gabriel disappear to, and how?

"What about it?" "It’s wrong." Gabriel said, voice tightening. "Off. Like something’s sitting on top of it. Covering it." He leaned in, every instinct inside him bristling. His vision blurred for half a second, the world tilting— —and he saw it. A shape. No, a creature. Hovering just above Elias’s chest. Thin, wraithlike, almost translucent—but there. Its spindly fingers reaching, sinking into the boy’s skin. Gabriel stiffened.

“In short, that Gabriel didn't accept your death. He dismantled your tomb and took your dead body to the God of Death's place in the forbidden forest. Gabriel plans to make sacrifices for your sake.” “That's impossible.” I shook my head slowly, not believing her explanation. “Nothing is impossible in this world, Grace. Gabriel is from the Otieno wolf clan, so he knows some rituals forbidden to the werewolf nation.” Violet said as she manicured her pointed fingernails. “I don't want Gabriel to do anything out of the ordinary. I need to stop him right now.” I scrambled off the enormous bed. My lips let out a groan of pain as my body fell straight to the floor because I had impetuous movements.

I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that. "Normal vampires yes but not me." I frowned. "Why not you?" He sighed. "I know you may have a lot of questions at the moment but it's best for you to go back to sleep. It's one in the morning." "You drag me all the way out here and show me that supernaturals exist just to tell me to go back to bed?" "I dragged you here to finally make you believe me. The sooner you start your duties as a chosen one the better. You've already been attacked once by a shapeshifter. We are running out of time." Attacked? Shapeshifter? What is he talking about?

Mother Grace held an awareness of Gabriel's tendencies, recognizing his manipulative traits reminiscent of his father's. Amelia had been on the verge of dispelling uncertainties, preparing to unravel the sequence of events that had transpired, when the abrupt pounding of the chamber's door disrupted the atmosphere. Her gaze darted towards the entrance, revealing none other than Gabriel himself. His eyes glowed crimson with fury. Mother Grace, too, followed Amelia's line of sight, her anger camouflaged behind a veneer of neutrality. Gabriel held the power to terminate her employment – a knowledge that tethered her response.

But also noticed that the situation is complicated, just like if she wants to hook that vampire she needs to catch its master. “Can you explain what is hybrid and who is Harris Cliff?” Elsa asked looking at the man but keeping her steps close to him because if a step would miss, the next second she literally had to run to coop up with him. “Yes, I’ve killed Harris Cliff’s parents,” Gabriel paused as he said and Elsa paused with him. Her stare at him was a question that why he had numerous murders on his hand. Doesn’t he know how to forgive? “Oh, your eyes complaining to me, sweetheart,” Gabriel smirked his hand reached to touch her cheek but Elsa stopped him by shoving his hand.