Does Gideon Die Novels & Stories

“Tell us the truth. All of it. No more shadows.” Gideon sighed deeply, shoulders slumping as if the weight of decades finally pressed down on him all at once. “According to the official records, I did die. My death was staged by your father only days before you were born, Jordan. Someone had already begun hunting every wolf connected to your bloodline. Becoming a dead man allowed me to move unseen. To watch from the shadows while everyone believed I no longer existed. It was the only way to keep my promise.” Lorenzo stepped forward, eyes sharp but no longer hostile. “Why didn’t you ever come to me after Jordan arrived at the packhouse? I raised him. I would have listened. We could have prote

If he lost Athena like this, he would rather die right there. He burst into the terminal and ran straight for the security checkpoint. "Let me through. I need to find someone." A guard stopped him. "Sir, you do not have a boarding pass." "Get out of my way." Caelum's eyes were bloodshot. He shoved the guard aside. "Athena! Athena!" He kept shouting, trying to push through the gate. The commotion drew a crowd. In the chaos, airport security grabbed him from behind. Someone hit him, and everything went black.

But an Alpha that leaves his pack, his own mother, his Luna, and his grandparents at the mercy of a stranger without thinking twice isn't going to care if any of these people are killed. I order our men to get going. Our target is now Kedar Obeden. Anywhere he's seen, he must be arrested and brought to us to face the consequences of his actions. For now, I need to get to my mate. ** When I and a few of our men finally get to Gideon, he's lying helpless beside his car, almost lifeless. A look at the surroundings shows that the people who challenged him are all dead. Two of our warriors pick up Gideon and take him to their car. "Wooss, (woods)." Gideon says pointing to the side weakly. "Shyan,

In someone else’s story, we would not be the heroes. We would be the villains. Late that night, Gideon finally returned from the mountains. He did not come to see me. Instead, he went straight to the hidden forge in the lower courtyard. The forge burned hot enough to melt silver. Killian was already there waiting. The two men said very little. This time, there was no coffin. No silk. No ceremony. The Executioner’s body was placed into the blazing coals of the forge. The flames swallowed it quickly. There were no prayers.

“Son… listen… I admit mistakes were made… but mercy—” Detroit stopped in front of him. “The one you showed my father?” he said quietly. “The one you showed this family? You sold your right to beg for mercy, Elder Gideon.” He raised his hand. At that silent command, the assassins killed the remaining three. When the last cry faded, only a few remained breathing. One of them was Gideon. And the other was his son. Aaron. Detroit’s coat swayed as he crouched to meet the old man’s terrified eyes, gun pressed to his forehead.

Blood gushed out. Cormac was dead. "Dad!" Walter screamed at the top of his lungs. He was beside himself with sorrow. "My dad died because of you, Gideon. You're a murderer! I'm going to report you to the police and make sure you go to prison for this!" Ignoring Walter, Gideon looked at Fred Snow, the young man who tossed over the machete, and instructed, "Fred, take Cormac's body as well as Walter out. Toss them both at the mass burial ground."

Elisse stiffened in my arms, sensing the new, intimate horror of the threat. “This is a kindness,” Gideon continued, his tone chillingly conversational, as if explaining a difficult truth to a slow child. “A cleaner end than what Renejay has planned for you. Or what my… allies… will do when they eventually find you. The fire will be quick. You won’t feel a thing after the first breath of smoke. It’s a better death than you deserve for the trouble you’ve caused.” A sob, hot and bitter, caught in my throat. This was his compassion? A pyre? A choice between executioners?

he cackled. The rage burning through my mom visibly intensified. “Die!” She screamed as she raised her hand to blast the man standing before her with magic. But I quickly held her hand to stop her, “mom. No. That man is innocent. He’s only using him.” “He would have to die anyway. I’d be back. Bye for now,” Gideon said, and the man suddenly started coughing profusely. Blood flooded out of his mouth and the next thing, he was laying on the floor lifeless.

That's straight-up murder! [You monster! You sacrificed your own kid for views?] The very last frame before the signal cut was Dad's twisted, panic-stricken face. It wasn't because he'd lost me, though. It was because he knew the public persona he'd crafted carefully had just gone up in flames. … The cops arrived. So did the ambulance, though it was purely for show at this point. The doctor did a brief check before pulling a white sheet over me. My time of death was two hours ago, which was right when Dad had taken his first sip of champagne. It was right when he'd looked into the camera and said that I had incredible acting.

Gideon's face turned serious as he ordered the assistant, "I want the most detailed information." "Yes, I will immediately send someone to investigate in B City." The assistant accepted the order. Gideon squinted his eyes, a look of ecstasy flashed past those deep eyes. He never thought that someone would be so ruthless towards Gabriel; And if Gabriel was in the carriage, would he still be alive in the world? Or was he hiding somewhere now to complain? Suspended his life? Gideon immediately realized that during these four years, Gabriel had been the weakest. Even if he still had a breath of life left in him, he had to take this opportunity to extinguish his last breath.