Gideon Cod Novels & Stories

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

"Is it true your wife returned with a secret heir? Last we heard, she fled after betraying you with your Gamma." The surrounding table fell silent. Gideon swirled the wine in his glass slowly. “That scandal was fabricated." His tone remained calm. "As you can see, Jordan still serves me." Gregory chuckled. "As you say." His eyes gleamed maliciously. “And the child?" Orion remained seated on his seat, not interested to take participation in the useless conversation. Gideon knew why this man was determined to deflate him today, He knew to which pack Gregory belonged and Gideon didn't actually pay much heed to him, considering his colorful history with that pack whose Alpha’s daughter He killed

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

It's not like I can rub myself against his aroused body when we have such a large audience. “This was the last of them.” Gideon addresses his men before he’s fully on his feet; his entire body is covered in sweat and black patches of soot. I don’t see any injuries, though. He’s got his back to me like he’s actively ignoring me. I lick my dry lips and try to push down the hurt feeling of being ignored by the man who was feeding me orange pieces just a few hours ago.

"Gideon was the son of the Alpha and Luna of the no longer existing North Hound pack. His parents died in a deadly war with another pack. Almost every single pack member lost their lives, as far as I remember; only Gideon and five others survived. Because my father was very close friends with the Alpha of the North Hound pack; he took Gideon in and raised him. Gideon and I practically grew up as brothers and I recall being really grateful to have him around as a child. That gratefulness didn't last though because Gideon was also an Alpha wolf and as we matured; he began to want things. He got so ambitious that he actually wanted my father to choose him as the next Alpha despite the fact he k

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

"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."

I was trying so hard to remember where I knew him from. “You don't remember me?” He arched his brows, narrowing his eyes on me. “No, I'm trying hard to.” I replied, an apologetic smile on my face. “Let me save you the stress of raking your brain.” He leaned closer, our faces just inches away, yet I didn't move back. “I'm Gideon, the guy who saved you from those girls, few weeks back.” Yes! Yes! I remembered him. I've been trying to get information about him, but it seemed like he was a ghost without any trace or whatsoever.

It made him feel a sort of pressure that he hadn’t felt in a long time. “The people of the Liberated are such cowards! Thankfully, they’ve prepared an incredible prey for me tonight. I’m interested in seeing who’s willing to assist them in their fight against the Jackals!” Gideon had arrived at the manor’s main gate. In front of him stood a massive iron gate. It was neither opened nor locked. He paused in front of the iron gate while peering inside. He didn’t reach for the iron gate. Instead, he launched a punch into the air.

He stared, unfocused for a moment before another strained sound slipped out of his mouth and his eyes almost bulged out of their socket, jittering with fear. I smirked at his reaction. Good. Just the expression I wanted. Then I spoke slowly, my voice carrying the weight of a command, heavy with compulsion that could not be resisted. “Who are you?” I demanded. His only good eye darkened with a soft glow, caught in the power of my compulsion and his lips parted. “I am Gideon, a rogue assassin from the dark hive.”