Gideon Cod Novels & Stories

The Gideon might be a destroyer for his codename has a terrible meaning but he let me understand what he's pinpointing. He's talking about the heart. But it's not just about the heart itself. Evidence is also the mind which has something to do with his sentences. But the possibility is at its lowest rank when factors like blindness, awareness, optimism and its adversary, and past won't be able to be sought. Somehow, it made me smile for a second. "You are more than being a leader." I never regret saying the evidence of who might be him that made him dazed and confused.

ARLO’S POV I waited for Gideon in my office because of the plan we already made, and as usual, he did not disappoint me. He came at the exact time he promised to show up. “Shall we leave?” I asked him. “Yes, but I just got an information and I need to tell you about it,” Gideon said. “What information is that?” I asked him. “I heard from a reliable source that Hawk is hiding in a brothel across the city,” Gideon revealed.

At least the live one's did since most of the bees died after stinging Brady. Zion's eyes were no longer on Brady, they were settled on the principal's figure at the door, his jaw set and his demeanor rigid. There was something odd about this entire situation, but I couldn't put a finger on it. All I knew was that by the look on Zion's face, he had something to do with this little stunt on Brady.

It was a place of refuge for many shifters who were on the road, and I was surprised when Gideon revealed that he and the two other men who had been travelling with us were all shifters themselves. Gideon had always been a mystery to me, but now I understood why he had been such a skilled game hunter for the castle. His heightened sense of smell and hearing made him perfect for tracking and hunting animals. It was a revelation that left me feeling both fascinated and wary, especially given the circumstances of our journey. We huddled around the fire, and Gideon shared stories of his travels and the many other shifters he had met through the years. This new country he spoke about was complet

I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless. Codenames have only been in use for roughly the last century so only three generations of my family have them. My mother is known as Aconite, due to her love of poisoning her victims, especially using aconite. My father is known by the codename Scythe since he loves his gun, and he carves a scythe into his bullets symbolising the grim reaper. Grandpa Titus has old-style flare, his is Akephaloi because he likes to decapitate people. Grandma Talyssa was a simple woman, she went with a gun, which I guess is where my dad got his weapon of

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

"Of course you will. I'm Jesse but I'd prefer it if we weren't friends." Any supernatural being who is omniscient knows I'm fighting the urge to roll my eyes. We get it Jesse, you don't like me. But the attitude is annoying. "Well, I hope I can change your mind about that." He turns to Gideon. "So what's your name?" "I'm Gideon." A clipped response equals malice. No two ways about it. Before I melt into a puddle of awkwardness, I smile and go back to my room. I have enjoyed staying by myself, but I'm not going to miss it. Cody might be some real company.

Nathan said, running his finger over my stomach as he wrapped his arm around me, drawing different patterns. “And Carter?” I asked, taking another bite of the sandwich. “This would be his test, if he’s loyal, then no one would know that Donatello is working with us; however, if he’s not, I’ll know how to deal with him for his treason and lies” Nathan said, his tone hardening a bit. I looked up at him, putting a hand on his, running my finger over his knuckle. I still didn’t believe that it was Carter who was betraying Nathan, both have known one another for as long as they could remember, they practically grew up together; therefore, I hoped and prayed that my husband wouldn’t be betrayed li

Davis's POV “Gideon had confirmed being asked to do some task relating to the kidnapping of a child but was immediately asked to drop the job” Vincent explained as we walked out of the room. “What's that? Who's Gideon?” I raised a brow as I walked out of the room, leaving the fucking doctor to cough his lungs out. “A leader of a small gang in Westfield. He is one of the men sent last time for the mission with Austin” Vincent explained as he went on to show me the guy's picture on his phone.

He may have been a mobster street tough, but he had honor. When I was given the chance to come home and clean up the mess on our streets as the leader of Black Eagle, the first person I sought out was Gideon. But he was gone, lost in the war against Debrassy’s Downtown Devils. The younger son had taken the reins and broken the truce that had lasted between the families for generations. “We think he may have been behind the Vandersteele slaughter,” Gideon’s widow had confessed. “I can’t stop him myself, I need your help, Hazardous. He always wanted you to lead us someday.”