Gideon Book Novels & Stories

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

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.

He shuddered to think what the implications of that were; whatever the god had done to whoever he resembled. Yet inside memories throbbed in turmoil, trying to make sense of the puzzle. Isaac could not deny the God had a draw, compelling him to move closer, to be nearer to a beast that could tear him limb from limb. It was only a spot of common sense that stopped him. He watched cautiously in fearful awe as Am Heh moved about, reading over one of the ancient tomes. His gaze lingered a bit longer than it should as he leaned to study the book before swiftly averting his eyes. This really was not the time to be comparing to the imagery he was so used to. However, it was a far better view than t

she warned, holding up her flashlight as if it were a weapon. Gideon chuckled, unperturbed. “You think you can stop me with that? Adorable.” I gripped the ledger tighter, my palms slick with sweat. “You’ve already lost, Gideon. This ledger is all the proof we need to destroy you.” His smile faded, replaced by a dark scowl. “You don’t understand what you’re playing with, do you? That book isn’t just my downfall—it’s yours, too. The moment you expose what’s in there, you’ll make enemies you can’t even imagine.”

Gideon replied. Without paying any more attention to Chase, Attwell, the Pope, or Yohan, he dashed straight into the cave. The Pope yelled in frustration, "Damn it! Take care of Chase first!" "I told you this kid can't be trusted." Yohan fumed, furious. Nevertheless, they had no choice but to concentrate all their efforts on Chase and Attwell. Meanwhile, the S-class dragon vein was locked in an intense battle with Oklarth. Inside the cave, Gideon found the Eartharch Book, which emitted a subtle, soul-piercing glow. Yet, its surface was devoid of words or symbols. It resembled a book of blank celestial scriptures.

"Gideon killed it before I ever reached for the matches. He purged the board like he was cleaning out a closet. He removed the people who built him. He removed Helena. He turned his back on his own blood just to please a girl from Linden Row. He destroyed our power to satisfy her ego. If I cannot have the Moore name and the estate, then nobody will. I would rather see the whole wing in ashes than see that mouse living in it like she belongs there." The detective shakes his head slowly. "You are facing decades in a cell, Ms. Moore. You threw your entire life away for a pile of stones and some old books." "I threw it away for a point," I correct him. I lean back as far as the metal chair allow

Hands still visible. “You could have killed me,” he says. “I still can,” I reply. He nods—once. Walks to the door. Pauses. “Gideon won’t stop,” he says—quiet. “He’s not like the old ones. He doesn’t want power. He wants perfection. And he’ll burn everything to get it.” Then he’s gone—footsteps fading down the stairwell. We don’t chase him. We take the laptop. Wipe the house for prints. Leave through the garden the same way we came.

She asked. Gideon smiled revealing again his dimples on both cheeks "I have friends who take the class" He said, Merry took a look at the names on the books she was given, she almost staggered back. Alec Baldwin, and Benjamin Franklin. They were both rich and brilliant and they were Gideon best friends ever since, Merry also noticed that Gideon's books was more. "Giddy!" Someone called, both Merry and Gideon stared back to see both Benjamin and Alec, they were both waiting for him.

Then I started walking back toward the dorm, toward the tiny room that still smelled like cardboard and old carpet but was starting to feel like home. Gideon was waiting outside. Not making a big deal of it. Just sitting on the low stone wall by the entrance, jacket on, scrolling his phone like he had somewhere else to be but wasn’t in a hurry. He looked up when I rounded the corner, and the half-attention on his face switched to the real thing. “You didn’t text,” I said. “I was in the area,” he answered. “The dorm isn’t in any area you usually go.” “I was in the area of where you are,” he said. “That counts as the right area.”