Gideon Cod Novels & Stories

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

Getting there, Adonai bowed to the empty chair like he should until Gwi himself appeared on the chair and ordered him to raise his head. Adonai obeyed and Gwi, whose face was covered with a very demure and elegant mask, smirked and threw a file at him. “Your first mission is to kill those people and everything you find in their home. Then bring their hearts to me” he ordered. Adonai opened the file and saw that one the people he was sent to kill was Elon’s family member. He threw the file immediately. “I can never kill anyone!” “Then give back the life I gave you”

“But we’ve lost a few friends along the way.” I looked all around us, searching for familiar faces. I spotted Silas with blood and dirt splattered all over his armour. He had survived the battle, as did many shifter packs. Jordan was close to Silas, and he had a girl wrapped around his arm. I saw a few rebellion leaders and many rebels, all wearing the same expression as Otis. “Gideon and Leo?” “Gideon is taking care of something, and Leo… well, he was brave right until the end. He did not survive, I’m afraid. However, he helped save many children. You would have been proud of him.”

Any guard that came in contact with him are thrown meters away and they would clutch a part of them and be groaning in pain. “Fuck,” Gideon cursed, he could see that Asher was being lenient with them, after all, he has not forgotten how effortless he had fought those creatures that night. He was thinking fast about how to end the whole fight before Asher got really angry. The only option would be to present Naomi to him, but he can’t do that. That cloak woman holds the antidote to his father’s poison and Naomi was like the ticket to his father surviving. He believed that if given the chance he could explain to Asher and if Goddess is on their side, he would listen and agree to just let them

Briley peeked around the tree trunk, saw Gideon standing there, so calm and arrogant, just hanging out in the doorway totally exposed. Like he didn’t have a care in the world; like he couldn’t die. Maybe he does actually believe he’s immortal? Well, I’m happy to disabuse you of that notion, you prick. “Hello, Briley,” he said as casually as if they’d just met in line at the grocery store. “You hit me over the head and then you tied me up, you bitch.”

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.

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.

"Look, it's the special forces! I've seen that man before. He's the second-in-command of the special forces, Gideon Sachs. He's a capable subordinate of Mr. Hills, and he's also a skilled ancient martial artist." "Wow, Mr. Murphy had someone of such status to come over… Things are going to get interesting." The people gathered there started to whisper to each other and looked at Woody in pity. Gideon took large strides, and there was a domineering air around him. He said, "Who was the one who had the guts to beat up my brother-in-law? They must be bloody tired of living!"

“Mostly.” I looked at Ace. “You wanna play good cop, or should I?” He was already moving. “I’ll drag him in. You make him cry.” “That’s romantic.” --- Gideon was thirty, maybe, with a bad haircut and a worse attitude. Blood stained his jeans, and he glared like we’d inconvenienced him by not shooting him outright. “You must be the infamous Brielle,” he said through gritted teeth. “Infamous has a nicer ring than wanted,” I replied sweetly. “Tell me, Gideon, you always volunteer to get shot for your boss?”

"Gideon told me he wanted to fix things. He returned the logistics company. He fired Maribel. He even remembered my middle name." "He’s trying to learn how to be a person," I admitted. "But he’s still running on Helena’s code. If you want Noah to be safe forever, you have to overwrite that code. You have to make Gideon realize that the factory he’s running is the very thing that’s killing you. He needs to see that Helena is the enemy of his stability."