Book Of Gideon Novels & Stories

scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire.

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?” ***

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.

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

[hey guys! let's start book 3, shall we? LOl. Merry Christmas everybody! so before we begin book 3, I realized the version of Apod on Good novel (book 2) is the only one that didn't have this chapter. I must have forgotten to post it and for that I'm sorry. Whilst it will take away nothing from book 2, I feel it is essential for Character development and just a recap of some elements in book 1. Please note that the events of this chapter took place in book 2.]

OCTAVIUS POV "We might as well pledge ourselves as well," Kohn says as the surprise from the rejection clause fades away. Lucifer nods, and both of them move from behind the desk. "Jannah," Kohn says, and his daughter moves to his side. Beerus once again moves forward on our mind, and I brace myself for the uncomfortable feeling of merging with them. "Do you three pledge yourselves to me. Will you serve me and obey me, Octavius Bishop, your King," I ask, and Jannah shivers from the power laced through my words.

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.

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?