Gideon Books Novels & Stories

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He sat on a rock, clutching something tightly in his hand. I looked closer. It was a moonstone ring. Gideon's engagement gift to me. I unfolded the letter. Conrad's handwriting filled the page. Cora, I know you may not want to hear from me, but I felt you had a right to know. First, I am truly sorry for the crimes my son committed. Gideon has been exiled permanently. He now wanders the northern wilds. The last person who saw him said he looked like a ghost. The only thing he carries with him is the ring he once gave you.

I didn't jump or look up. "I'm fine," I said, even though I wasn't sure if it was true. The person on the other side didn't push. They left me alone. I looked back down at the papers. One document kept calling to me. It was a secret log from twelve years ago. I’d seen it before and ignored it, but now I read it word for word. The names were in code and the locations were blurry, but one thing was crystal clear: Gideon had been looking for help long before Black Tide made their final move. He didn't go to the police. He didn't go to friends. He went to someone who lived outside the law.

’ 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

It was hard, now, to see in this powerful man the remnants of the frightened but brave child who had written their thoughts in that leatherbound book. “I want to know more.” I said, slipping into the chair in front of his desk, “I want to hear your side of the story.” He stilled, staring down at the desk. “Please, Gideon. Help me to understand. Tell me about how you found out about your demonblood. Tell me what will happen if you have children… if we have children.” My plea fell into the silence of the room and I saw its ripples shake Gideon. When he raised his eyes to meet mine, he looked like a man haunted by his past.

Gideon doesn’t ask anymore questions for the rest of the ride, which I appreciate, and when we finally arrive at the place where we are going, he simply climbs out and waits for instructions. “Come on,” I huff, beginning to make my way toward the simple brick building with a flashing open sign on its glass door. “Are you sure?” Giddeon asks, taking it in. “It looks a bit.” “Come on.” Reaching out, I grab his wrist and pull him along into the dimly lit bookstore that smells strongly of moth balls and mildew. “Are you looking for a book?” Giddeon mutters, looking around. “What is it? I’ll help you find it.”

I only saw him when he was with Nora. Gideon talked about training, his duties, and about the books he was reading. He gave Nora much more detail about the books than he did his training or any other duties. I guess he thought she’d find the books more interesting. I dutifully kept mental notes on everything they said. Honestly, I was relieved. It was all just mundane, simple things. I couldn’t imagine any way Prince Marcus could do harm with a summary of Prince Gideon’s favorite adventure novel. During the day, I spent my time at Nora’s side. I sat beside her while she read books on court procedure and the proper forms of address for various nobles. I helped her practice various greetings s

“I’m still waiting for some of it, but I think I’m finally on the right track.” “I figured as much,” he releases the book into my hands. “You can keep this for now, until you start one of your own. That will be your first assignment tomorrow in class.” “Is this some strange family heirloom as well,” I smile at him before closing the book, leaving the bookmark resting on the spell we just encountered. “Will I face some kind of dire consequence if it goes missing?” “No,” Gideon laughs. “I bought that journal at the supermarket because I liked the cover. If it goes missing it’s easy enough to make a new one, although you’ll regret having to research all those missing spells without a copy to st

“Why are you always so busy scribbling in that little notebook of yours whenever you talk to me, Jaxon?” Without waiting for an answer, Gideon snatched the notebook out of Jaxon’s hands with startling speed. Flipping it open, he scanned its pages, his initial shock quickly giving way to a wicked grin. “I thought you were just an obsessive little note-taker,” Gideon said, waving the notebook mockingly. “But it turns out your ‘inspiration’ is quite... abstract, isn’t it?” Jaxon turned fully now, his expression colder than ever as his eyes fixed on the book in Gideon’s hand.

"Timothy... he’s a ghost for a reason. Don't count him out of the fight yet." "I’m not counting him out. I’m counting what I'm going to do to Lity if he so much as breathes on him." Gideon prowled back to the door, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm. "Thinking about him alone with those Rebellion fanatics... it makes the beast want to tear its way out of my skin." Kan coughed, a wet, hacking sound. "What about Gam?" Gideon froze. Gammer Hayes. Their tech specialist and only friend. "I haven't seen him since I left to get the gear. He was on the Xbox. I told him to stay clear of the kitchen."