Book Of Gideon Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to. The fire is strong enough for both of us.” A crack from the fire in the hearth echoed between them. Evelynn let the silence stretch, her fingers brushing along the leather-bound journal again. Everything in here—these old sketches, the warnings, the prophecies—it all painted a picture of someone powerful. Someone meant to rise. But it wasn’t just a story in a book anymore. It was her. “I’m scared,” she whispered. Aiden looked down, his voice rough. “Good. Fear means you know what’s at stake.”

Midnight Neko and I softly stepped towards the entrance of the cave entrance – my second hide away spot that is now occupied by four special individuals. I hear the silent snores of them – poor things must be so tired from all that running. “Neko…fetch…” I whisper to my trusted friend , and he instantly agrees. He enters the cave , a place that I can not see in as their once burning fire is now dim and soon to go off. I hope he is able to retrieve her with out making a drama – and just as I thought it , I hear a loud growl.

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

he asked her placing his hands on the table. Judy shook her head hinting no. "Good. " he replied with a nod then brought out his notebook and pulled a pen from his drawer. "We were discussing Gideon the other day." Dr Mathew said after fiddling few pages of the book he brought out. "Tell me about Gideon. " he said adjusting his glasses and Judy nodded reluctantly.

"A court of thorns and roses." Frowning, I took back the book from him. "What's the book all about?" I twitched my lips. "It's a fantasy romance." "Fantasy? Like Harry Potter?" I frowned. "Harry Potter is not a romance book—" I stopped when Gideon gripped hard on the table. "Gideon!" His other hand was clutching his head. "Damn!" He groaned hard while gritting his teeth. His entire face was obviously in pain. "Are you okay?" I knelt in front of him. This looked different from the occasional headache he used to experienced the past three weeks.

Birdie stepped out of the room and came back with a glass of water for me to calm down. I drank the water halfway through the cup and took a deep breath before speaking again. As I explained everything from meeting Liam and falling in love, and ending up having his baby, I wanted to be sure Birdie understood. I know she would. Birdie was like me when she had her son but the difference between Orlando and Liam; one is a crook, and one is a boy who seems trapped. Not physically but verbally. And somehow, I could never reach him.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed bu

Anyway, I found a classic book from the little library inside the room and kept myself busy with it. I didn’t know how long I had been reading for before I fell asleep. “No!” Gideon suddenly roared, and clutched the sword that had just pierced through his abdomen with his bare hands. Blood splashed everywhere. He dropped to his knees, pain evident on his face. Someone stood over him, the one who had just cut through him. I couldn’t quite make out his face. “No!” I screamed as anguish washed over me, “no! Gideon!” I rushed to him and knelt beside him, trying to desperately use my magic to save him. But I couldn’t. I felt powerless. My magic wasn’t with me.

I only saw him when he was with Nora. Gideon talked about training, his duties, and about the books he was reading. He gave Nora much more detail about the books than he did his training or any other duties. I guess he thought she’d find the books more interesting. I dutifully kept mental notes on everything they said. Honestly, I was relieved. It was all just mundane, simple things. I couldn’t imagine any way Prince Marcus could do harm with a summary of Prince Gideon’s favorite adventure novel. During the day, I spent my time at Nora’s side. I sat beside her while she read books on court procedure and the proper forms of address for various nobles. I helped her practice various greetings s