Gideon Cod Novels & Stories

It's just that his instincts say to meet and bring Megan back to Jazmore first. "After Elden killed Redo, do you understand not how I feel right now? That I lived to avenge Redo," Yagur began to tell the story of his past with the dark sides with Eden. "Previously Redo killed Albis," Eden replied flatly. Calling Alpha Albis none other than his own father.

I smoothed my dark blue dress, straightened my back, and walked past the man with my eyes fixed on one person: the only one capable of making me shiver with just a look. "Carol, I want to introduce you to Gideon." I turned and saw the man stand up. I shook his hand. "Carol Gómez, a pleasure." "Likewise. Gideon Winter." Gideon was tall, though not as tall as Will, with broad shoulders and an intense gaze. He had black hair, deep blue eyes, and a small scar on his left eyebrow. "That’s enough. Let go of her hand." I smiled shyly at Will’s rudeness.

That conversation would come in its own time. The reaction I hadn't expected was Gideon. He was one of the oldest active warriors in the pack, scarred in the specific way of someone who had earned every mark, with a reputation for being impossible to impress and even more impossible to move once he'd formed an opinion. He had never once, in my memory, acknowledged me as anything other than the Beta's inconvenient Omega daughter. He had not been unkind. He had simply not seen me as relevant. He was standing near the training yard gate when I came around the corner of the main building. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and I was fully prepared to walk past without incident.

His posture stiffened into an array of pure military wariness. We were half-brothers, sharing a father but born of different mothers. The court vipers always whispered that I shouldn't trust him—that Caleb harbored a secret, burning jealousy toward me and my crown. But I had never doubted him. He possessed a good heart, and I held unwavering faith in our brotherhood. “Who do you think is behind it?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

he wiped my tears before he looked at the moisture on his finger and I watched as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it, "hm, salty..." "Please, Octavious, I won-" He shook his head in disappointment as he placed his finger on my lips again to silence me, "you've said enough, my little star," he silenced me with a tender tone, "but you can't fight the inevitable. Now, we have been destined to be together since the day that you were born. Do you want to know why you're here?" he waited for a response so I nodded my head, "your father and I were a part of a gang called The Cobalt Wolverine Syndicate," he chuckled, "it was a silly name, the silliest I've ever heard in my life but we

"Stay away from her, Ace. She has nothing to do with this. Why do you want to kill someone innocent? Don't you stand by some type of code?" "Code?" He seethed, body stiffening, "I've killed men, women, and children. There is no fucking code. I do what needs to be done when it needs to be done. Now, where was I?" He tapped his index finger against his chin feigning deep thought before continuing, "Oh yes, those high cheekbones that pierce through. Fuck. Just fuck. She looks like she belongs in one of those fantasy fiction movies with hot as fuck fairies and shit."

She opened his mouth a little and poured the ashy colored substance in his mouth. We waited for what seems like hours yet nothing happened. I finally gave up hope that my son was gone. My babies were gone. My body shook as I cried, Elijah coming to my side to hold me as we cried for our loss. Micah jerked in my laps and my eyes opened. I noticed how his hair started to turn white as he continued to jerk. I Wiped my tears, looking at Hilda for help only to see her smiling. I took that as a good sign and my frown turned into a smile.

Standing behind the one-way mirror, Bryan watched as Maggie and Justin stood up from their seats in the interrogation room, and made for the door. They had been questioning Khalil for some minutes , but so far, the teenager had refused to talk. ‘Snitches get stitches.’ Was a code that was upheld by most gangs. “Hey. I guess you enjoyed the scene you just watched.” Justin said to Bryan in his usual manner. “I would have, if not for your ugly face in it.”

Reading it would mean wanting it. One by one, Johnny introduced the rest of the squad. “That’s Ryder—computer prodigy, though he spends more time on illegal bets than hacking.” “Cole—our bomb guy. Don’t give him liquor, unless you want half the base blown up.” “Those two are Nina and Marco. Don’t let the cuddling fool you—they’ll gut a wolf before breakfast.” “Gideon—brooding type. Don’t expect small talk.” “Then there’s Old Man Harris. Lost his wife and kids to rogues. Been chasing a deathwish ever since, but the bastard won’t die.”

was all I needed to hear before I ran down the pathway, kicking the white petals everywhere behind me. Only a couple of feet in the pathway descended into an open area where many people were sitting down. I could see the faces of our pack members and quite a few I didn't recognize. There was only one thing I cared about and it was getting to the man who appeared from the other side of the clearing. Gideon had the top half of his face painted black and his eyes outlined in gold. He had a bear's pelt on his head fastened with the same golden chain. The moment our eyes connected he took off running as well, our antics making people in the crowd start to laugh. Normally mates would take this slo