Book Of Gideon Novels & Stories

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

Gideon I turned back to Elaine and my family. "Actually, why don't we go check that spot out again now?" The five of us exited the pack house, and I stopped in my tracks. There were twelve strangers waiting along the driveway. Elaine turned to me. "Prince Gideon, I'd like you to meet my coven. When you texted Cora, we teleported her and your parents here." She smiled at me. "We were all a little anxious to get here and get started."

“What’s his name?” “He calls himself Gideon. Priest Gideon.” Siron and Kit locked eyes. Priest Gideon. At his parents' house in the village. “Tell him I’ll be home tomorrow,” Siron answered, trying to stay calm. “He said he’ll wait,” his mother replied, her voice a whisper. “Siron… he brought strange things. Candles. Old books. I’m worried.” “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll handle this.” Siron hung up, his hands shaking.

Fatherhood was still foreign to him, yet the loss hurt all the same. “Orion gave me this book.” Axel proudly held it up. Gideon’s eyes widened slightly. It was a book on werewolves and Lycanthropy, filled with illustrations on nearly every page. “Can you read it?” Gideon asked, pointing toward the Latin text. “No. But I understand it.” Axel pointed at an illustration showing a werewolf transformation. “I know what this means.” Gideon stared at him, amazed by the boy's intelligence. At the same time, he wondered why Orion had handed such a book to a child.

I needed to do something to stop it. With shaky limbs, I lifted the sheets on my sides and placed them on my bleeding arm, watching as they became drenched with the thick, crimson fluid. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Nothing was enough. I closed my eyes, tired of fighting a losing war. ‘Gideon is alive.’ It was the first time that when I closed my eyes, I prayed that they would open again. “…what I said?” ***

The day Gideon stumbled into our Tribe I knew he was mine, that the Goddess’ had got together and somehow decided to save me from the life of hell I had lived since the day I was born. Gideon was powerful, he intrigued my father. That's why he allowed him to stay on our lands, to show him some of our ways. What he did not know was he is my mate, Goddess given fated mate. I always felt like she had forgotten me, or I had wronged her somehow.

’ Gideon asks, his wolf nudges a small shelf lined with books that all look handwritten, the pages are yellowing telling me it's old and when I pick up one of the copies I find the pages greasey like it's been handled too many times. ‘The Holy Bible: How God wants a pure world.’ I read for Gideon; it's hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, of course God has been dragged into this. Look at any point in human history and you will find religion as the reason why men hurt others. I holster my gun; knowing Gideon is standing guard allows me to flick through the Bible without care for my surroundings. The first page is all about how God created the world, nothing I haven’t read in an old Bible

With no other choice, he had to sleep under a bridge, where at least he could shield himself from the wind and rain. We had no contact after that. A year later, I saw Gideon again on my phone. He was livestreaming. Behind him were Caleb and the homeless men. They spoke of Gideon's struggles. How he had sold everything to help others go to school, donated a kidney to a complete stranger, broken his leg saving someone—which left him unable to walk for the rest of his life—and sold his house to help the poor live better lives. Gideon just stared blankly at the camera, not saying a word.