Gideon Cod Novels & Stories

"Oh Alex. Where is Gideon now?" "He is in Aota working as their warrior still. But he is also spying for me. I threw a bag Carmen and I made as children inside the water, because Incase the men I thought of helping would try to cause harm to Gideon and I." "What kind of bag?" "A quilted, silky textured handbag,with yellow and pink thread decoration on it." "Did the back have a book inside?" "Yes it did." "David found the bag. He came with it from work."

"That means, he has a nose like a bear. He eats like a bear, and he pooped like a bear. Do you fuck like bears too?" Wulfric raised a middle finger at Alejandro, which only made the latter laugh. "I have eyes installed at the door." Lyzza could only nod. Cameras. They talked for a while about what happened and what she would say to the authorities, who would investigate. Gideon's name was included in the investigation because Al-Sharique sent them death threats. The AFP also knew that Gideon used to lead the pursuit of Al-Sharique’s syndicate back then. Not long after all Gideon’s friends left, her mom, Caius, Carollete, and Summer—the one who cried when she saw her dad—came.

“Thank you. For everything you did. For the nights you kept him safe when I couldn’t. We owe you more than words can express.” The old man finally introduced himself, voice steady after years of silence. “My name is Gideon.” The name visibly shocked Eli. His face drained of color as he stared at the stranger in disbelief, stepping back involuntarily. Eli whispered, almost unable to breathe. “Gideon died… twenty-three years ago.”

“I’m here because her mother asked me to make sure she survived long enough to choose her own path.” That sentence lands differently. I step slightly around Darius—not rejecting him, just needing to see. “Who are you?” I ask. The man bows his head slightly. “My name is Gideon Arkwright.” A ripple moves through the people behind me. Even Selene stiffens. Elder Rowan’s expression tightens with recognition. Cassian goes silent in a way I haven’t seen before. Gideon continues gently. “I was a strategist within the Blackwood inner circle… many years ago.”

Kadrick reminds me, tilting his head in a way that dares me to say otherwise. "I know that," I respond quietly. Isaiah is a terrible person. It's something I've known for most of my life, when his father came into my village and burned it down, killing my entire family. He has passed laws similar to what his father did, and made public announcements to secure how he feels about his own Pack and people. But meeting him in person has revealed more to me that I thought I would witness. "You're not starting to doubt this mission, are you?" Kadrick's eyes are narrowed on me. I often wonder if he would still be with me if I decided to step down from the rebellion. Malin likely wouldn't be my frien

Gideon's house was hidden away in Cansanit, near Don Virgilio Gonzales at the end of a long peninsula. It's a three-story white house with a blue roof. A large gate rotates around the house's perimeter. In the front, there is a large garage beneath an enclosed porch. On the side, near the small pond, there is even a patio. Because the gate was not automatic, Gideon led her to the small door. The man was the first to leave the pick-up outside the gate. The doorbell rang and a man in his mid-50s wearing a hat appeared. He smiled when he saw them.

One of the men asked, Spade just faced him, putting all his attention on the man, he was at least 30 years old, he had a very unfriendly face, with tattoos that ran from his neck down to the rest of his body, his name was Nico. "Does it mean we're going to war with the Americans"? Another asked making Spade to shift his attention from Nico to him. Spade didn't know this one's name but he would recognize him anywhere, he was dark, he had this ruggedy hood boy look, he had a durag on his head. Most of them weren't even Italian, some were more Americans than Italians but they proved themselves countless times to him, they proved they could be trusted, and some had even gone as far as proving th

Fearful that my father had been correct about us both being imprisoned, I was surprised by Cedric patting my upper arm and telling me to relax. “Who is your red-eyed companion?” I questioned him. Chuckling, he replied, “That's Gideon Landers, the former Council assassin, but he's retired now and only comes to help when asked.” Concerned, I asked him if my dad would be disposed of, and he narrowed his green eyes and shook his head. “An investigation will be conducted, and he will likely get sentenced to a few years or more for being untruthful, ” he explained, and I exhaled deeply.

“Alpha Alvize, Alpha of the Midnight’s Pack at Moscow. We have time to ask our questions later, but right now, we have a problem.” “A problem? I just hear that I have a brother and you are discussing ‘a problem’ with me?” I asked, trying to process everything that was happening right now. The man pulled his phone out, showing me a video and I frowned as I looked at the video that he showed me. The voice of a child sounded in the distance, and rather than the cemetery that had Ianos trying to breakout of it as he raged, he was now calm as he held onto the child.