Novel & Cerita Gideon Book

"Ever since then, I have always had nightmares. It felt like a part of me had become someone else. It didn't take much for my head to start hurting, and my memories of the past came and went." Seeing the pain in Gideon's eyes, I stopped talking and hugged him. "That wasn't a normal attack. Someone gave you drugs to destroy your mind," Gideon said. "If you had not been so strong-willed, or if you had not met me…" His voice trembled. "I would have lost you forever." Just then, Gideon's phone rang. He answered, and his expression grew darker as he listened. "I understand," he said. "Submit the evidence straight to the federal prosecutors. I want every single one of them to pay!"

“Ever since I been researching the Prophet Elijah and how everything he Prophesied has come to past. I found out he was here on earth thousands of years ago Prophesying God's word, and he never died. God just took him to heaven when he was done. Then the same Prophet suddenly appears on Valaisha and stayed there many years Prophesying then disappeared as quickly as he appeared, after he delivered the scrolls. It is remarkable.” “To think it is us to fulfill this prophecy,” I said softly. He stopped walking and pulled me into his arms. “I just need to hold you right now.” I hugged him tight and didn't want to let go. Back at the cabin, it felt festive as someone had Christmas music playing an

Gideon, one of the kidnappers, crawled to the phone and answered with a simple “hello.” The voice on the other end, male and authoritative, asked, “Did you manage to execute the job?” Gideon looked at his scratched hands and face, signs of recent turmoil, and hesitated before answering. “There was a problem,” he finally admitted. The male voice demanded details. “What kind of problem?” Gideon glanced at his two fallen comrades on the floor, dead, their bodies marked by claws, and began to explain with a certain uncertainty in his voice. “The kids... they're not normal.”

Gideon stands up so fast from his carved stone chair that it topples backward, crashing loudly against the altar steps. The gathered noble wolves erupt into utter shock. Gali never explicitly named Gideon as the mastermind behind Lionel's death, but with the evidence laid out on the ancestral stone, the sharp-minded wolves of Blackmoor Crescent Keep have already pieced together the entire bloody puzzle. Gideon had sacrificed his own dishonorable nephew to frame Gali, clear his internal rivals, and stir the pack into a civil war! Gali slowly rises from his chair, reverting back to his terrifying, unyielding Alpha aura as he looks down at the trembling old male.

All the other girls were around our age, which was still awful, but when the authorities found out about the 13-year-olds, they threw the books at the boys. “Yes, Erik and his friends are still locked up. That is the first thing we looked into once I figured out who Elias was. His mother and Erik’s father are siblings. Erik’s father moved here to attend college, then met his mother in college and stayed here in the states.” Riley tells me. “I knew that. I called some people I still talk to back home, and they told me they were still in jail.” I say snarkily.

How he wiped the blood from between my thighs and held me for hours afterward. How can this be the same man? It doesn't make sense. And it scares the hell out of me because I don't hate him. Not even close. If anything, I'm falling for the enemy. — Over the next few days, I stay home and nearly drive myself crazy trying to understand how Gideon could be Connor. The more time I think about it, the more I remember. He was just as cagey as I was about revealing personal information. We both shortened our names, and we didn't reveal a last name or occupation. He'd merely said he worked in the family business.

“We find out what you’re becoming. Before it takes over.” Aiden didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because something had already shifted inside him. A rustle behind them made him stiffen. Someone had dropped a book on the pavement across the lot and Aiden heard it like it was right beside him. The thud. The sharp intake of breath. The whisper of fabric as the girl stooped to pick it up. His body reacted before his mind could. His head snapped toward the sound, nostrils flaring. He smelled her fear. Not sweat. Not nerves.

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.

She is not far enough along to have a bump yet but just knowing is enough to make me a paranoid mess. I will do everything in my power to ensure a future for my wife and child that is as safe as possible. The peace and the alliances have never been more important than they are right now. May the gods have mercy on the souls of anyone foolish enough to attempt anything sinister against my family, my friends, or my people. The End. Once again, I wish to express my gratitude to you my readers for joining me on this journey and sticking with it until the end. This book was a difficult one to write and I hope that you found the journey worth it in the end. There are still many more instalments to

“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?”