Gideon Book Series Novels & Stories

Jake. I pulled the jeep into its usual spot in the large makeshift garage and kept the engine running while I waited for the guards on duty to pull the exterior doors closed, keeping an eye on the rear-view mirror for any signs of trouble. I didn’t expect any, the last three hours of our drive back had been eerily quiet with no signs of movement, even the rats were absent. It was strange not to encounter something, but my brain was too tired to puzzle it out with any seriousness.

Before I can even move, my front door is kicked open with a deafening crash. I freeze. Heavy footsteps. Shadows moving. Then, hands grab me. Strong, rough hands. I try to struggle, but they’re too powerful. They drag me out of my room, down the hall, into the living room. And that’s when I see him. Gideon. The leader of the Dogs of Hell. He’s worse than Daniel, I think. A true monster. A man who doesn’t just kill— he enjoys it. According to what I have heard. He stands in front of me now, a wicked grin stretching across his face. In his hand, he holds a gun. And it’s pointed straight at my head.

I greeted back, my voice just as cold as his, “To what do I owe the honour?” Gideon Trace, my father's most loyal assistant. I had known him ever since I came of age. A very ruthless man who did whatever my father asked him to do. He had a very dark past, and that was exactly why my father wanted Gideon to work for him. The son of a gambler and a prostitute who had both left him to fend for himself. Gideon grew up following gangs and doing their biddings, until he slowly rose to become a very famous gang leader himself.

As Nile caught her gaze, he smiled and raised his drink towards Kevin and the latter responded by lifting his own glass of alcohol, grinning. "Nile is a nice guy, isn't he?" "Yes," Her response was short but her eyes softened at the sound of his name, and Kevin quickly picked up on it. Despite the frustration bubbling within him, he attempted to conceal it. Ruining things again was not an option. He did not want to sabotage their progress. Besides Kevin trusted her, and Nile too but he couldn't trust himself. He knew he was a freak, always needing to be in control and possessive of what he deemed to be his.

"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!"

"He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!" George went pale as a sheet. He dropped to his knees, too terrified to utter another word. I drifted above, perched on the carved wooden beam, watching it all with cold eyes. Of course, my father wouldn't look for me. He wanted me dead—the worse, the better. It had always been this way. I remembered when I was seven. Matthew had just received a new emerald pendant—a tribute from some foreign merchant. It was worth a small fortune. He treasured it like

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

I know many of you don't follow my socials, and it's not so easy to announce things on these platforms so there's a lot readers aren't aware of, so I decided to add in this note chapter to give some more information. Naturally, I will continue to post chapters for A Queen Among Gods whenever available, until the book is completed. This month I will also complete my other ongoing book, Codename: Aconite, as I have been bouncing between the two. When AQAGs is completed, I will reveal the (temporary) cover and synopsis for the first book in the next generation series titled the Royal Shadow Series, the second half of the God's Saga. I cannot release that information earlier as it will spoil upc

I am so proud of this series, but Lorcan was my favourite Dalgaard by far! I’m honoured to share the Dalgaard’s with you, and I hope you’ll continue reading the series that follows. If you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing these characters, please leave a review. But it’s not over yet; the next generation is coming your way only on Goodnovel!

Their love was a light in the darkness, a beacon of hope in a world that so desperately needed it. As for Isadora, their hybrid daughter, her future was bright and full of potential. Her story is yet to be told. TO BE CONTINUED Thank you for reading… Much Love :) BOOK 2 will be out next year, 2025