Book Of Gideon Novels & Stories

“A ring? I feel an incredible amount of mana inside it, what is that?” “Haha, this… It’s a ring that’s been filled with mana of the 9 gods, its existence is only known to gods and the 4 Ancients who are guarding the first world tree ‘Gilfok’ in Eldonia. Supposedly, this was actually planned to be one of the four keys in opening the doorway to God’s realm but it was too powerful to remain as a key so it was hidden here.” “What does it do?”

I tell her, remembering I am now her new tutor. "Okay," she sighs. "What would you like to read?" I ask, and as if I made her day again, she smiles brilliantly and answers: "Ovid's Metamorphosis!" I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "Why that book?" I am intrigued a little girl would be so excited to read a book meant for college students. I should know. I had to read the book as part of my mythology elective. "Because of the gods and goddesses!" She simply answers.

David’s wife, Jennie said as she chuckled softly. Hazel was surprised to know that, just the way Christian was. But on the other hand, Adam was blessed and delighted to know that his grandson was named after him though they had no intention. But Hazel and Christian were happy to know that. “That’s weird but cool!” The second son, Gideon said, and everybody chuckled. ⁠~⁠♪ After Nora took a bath, dressed in a white and pink frock, she came out of the room and looked downstairs, just to find her siblings playing with a different boy in the living room.

I suddenly had a flashback of my Mom and my nightmare but tried my best to ignore it for now. After that, I went to eat my food. I needed to get back on my feet to have enough strength in finding Claire, my Mom's best friend. Maybe, Doron can help me since he seems so kind. I sigh. I promise Mama, I will look for Claire. I will get revenge for what they did to you... I said to myself. I need to eat well to have back my strength, and Doron was right about it. And I know it would not be easy. I'm praying to the mighty Abba that he will guide me with this journey. Abba... I hope that You will guide me.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she untied the ribbon and unfolded the page. The ink had faded, but every word remained readable. *"Scarlett, If you are reading this, then you have met Gideon. Trust does not come easily to our family, so I won't ask you to trust him because I say so. Instead, listen before you judge. He once saved my life. More importantly, he chose to lose everything rather than betray the truth. If he has survived long enough to place this letter in your hands, then fate has been kinder to him than it was to me."*

He picked a table close to the wall. He’s ready to call Cela on the phone when he realized she’s already there. “Go ahead. It’s about a book right?” Cela said to Noah. “Yes. I want to dedicate a book for my late fiancée and our unborn daughter,” he said. Cela was moved instantly. She finds herself wanting to know all about them. “She passed away while giving birth to our first child but both of them didn’t survive,” he continued. Nate watches Cela from where he sits. It’s been many years since he last saw her and although he knows her feature by heart, he can tell that she’s improved so much over the years. She looks so much happier and healthier now than before.

He was scared of the unknown. It was almost like the very second he opens it, a new set of problems were going to resurface and unlike the last time, they just might consume him. Either way, he had to do it. He had to open the door, go to his room, meet his roommate and other friends perhaps late in the evening and pray things went well. The door squealed softly as it opened. Harold Girard walked into it with his travelling bag before him and just as mildly as he had opened the door, he closed it behind him.

I thought I liked this side of her, the courageous, adventurous side I hadn’t seen before. At least now we had a direction in which to go. We needed to find more information about the Faiths. It may well explain all the strange things that were happening to me. After spending a few hours studying defensive magic, Gideon returned to the library. Diana and I had been engrossed in finding the right glyph and practicing the movements required to activate it. As we looked up from our books at the sound of Gideon coming through the library gates, I noticed a hint of annoyance on his face. However, my attention was quickly diverted by the strong, putrid smell emanating from him. I had to scrunch my

Even though she was totally confident in the knowledge that nobody was lurking in the stairwell waiting to pounce on her, she held her breath almost the whole time, not releasing it until she was standing on the ground floor. Still in stealth mode, she headed to the library and made a beeline for the cabinet that housed Gideon’s sermons going back as far as fifteen years, when he’d founded The Garden of Divine Light. Iris herself had spent untold hours transcribing the recordings of his words and beliefs and commandments, then copying and binding them as books before placing them with proper reverence on the shelves and cataloguing them.

Quickly returning back to the room, I rummaged through the drawer for a book and a pen. ‘Cassian, there’s something you really need to know. Gideon is not who you think he is—Darth had stolen his body; Gideon never made it back from the desert. The enchanted bracelets prevent me from telling you the truth and he’ll know if I take it off. You cannot trust him!’ I placed the pen down to go through what I’ve written and my heart instantly fell into my stomach when I stared at the gibberish on the page. None of this was what I’d intended to write and yet, the words had turned into… this.