Gideon Crew Series Novels & Stories

"And I happened to be standing there when they tossed Vinnie into the trash compactor to 'finish the job.' I figured, hell, the guy’s a genius engineer and he’s missing his favorite limb. Seems like a waste to let him die. So, I grabbed him, jumped in a getaway sub, and we spent the next six hours dodging drones while I tried to keep him from bleeding out on my best leather jacket." "We broke back into the facility two weeks later," Vinnie added with a grin. "While they were busy patting themselves on the back for a job well done. We stole the arm back, hacked the blueprints, and gave it a 'minor upgrade.' Gideon’s the only one who can calibrate the servos. If I try to fix it myself, I usual

“We start tracking moon phases against every suspicious event. Gideon, did you notice the same thing during your years watching from the shadows? Any patterns that could help us narrow down suspects?” Gideon nodded, eyes sharp. “Yes. I learned to move on bright nights when the moon was full. The Keeper preferred darkness. It was one of the few advantages I had. I documented several incidents where the operative acted only on moonless nights. Those notes were in the torn pages I removed for safety.” Reef asked Gideon directly, voice respectful but probing. “How did you survive the early years? When Jordan was just a pup and the pack was still unstable after his parents’ death? You must have b

Gideon’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming as he peered into the shattered pen. His suspicions were confirmed. The truth lay bare before him—Jaxon’s treachery, the very thing that had gnawed at the edges of Gideon’s mind, was now undeniable. For a moment, Gideon cursed himself for being blind to Jaxon’s cunning, for underestimating just how far his younger brother would go. Jaxon stood motionless, his cold, indifferent gaze fixed on Gideon. His demeanor was unshaken, as though the revelation meant nothing to him. That detached expression only fueled Gideon’s irritation. Still, he restrained himself, unwilling to explode just yet.

Malverra is now reunited with her husband and others went back to their families. It was a relief to me to know that we saved so many lives through ending Gideon. The asshole has already been buried so deep to make sure that no one is going to dig him. Well, I don't think so. Gideon is gone now and there's no way he will return to our world. He's not that powerful. It's been a month since the day we killed Gideon. James and I were wedded again as our fresh start after dealing with Gideon, and now we're living happily in the pack. Even though he's still busy with his pack duties, he still never forgets about us.

"Ever since then, I have always had nightmares. It felt like a part of me had become someone else. It didn't take much for my head to start hurting, and my memories of the past came and went." Seeing the pain in Gideon's eyes, I stopped talking and hugged him. "That wasn't a normal attack. Someone gave you drugs to destroy your mind," Gideon said. "If you had not been so strong-willed, or if you had not met me…" His voice trembled. "I would have lost you forever." Just then, Gideon's phone rang. He answered, and his expression grew darker as he listened. "I understand," he said. "Submit the evidence straight to the federal prosecutors. I want every single one of them to pay!"

The man collapsed, coughing violently and clutching his bruised throat. Gideon turned his head toward his four masked guards. "Bind his hands in heavy silver chains and lock him in the armored transport," Gideon ordered strictly. "Keep him alive. He is our primary witness." "Yes, Commander!" the guards replied, moving quickly to chain the crying mechanic. Gideon walked over to the red truck. He knelt down on one knee, shining a small flashlight beneath the engine. He inspected the brake lines carefully. They were scratched, but not yet cut. The murder plot had been stopped just in time.

"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

Before I can even move, my front door is kicked open with a deafening crash. I freeze. Heavy footsteps. Shadows moving. Then, hands grab me. Strong, rough hands. I try to struggle, but they’re too powerful. They drag me out of my room, down the hall, into the living room. And that’s when I see him. Gideon. The leader of the Dogs of Hell. He’s worse than Daniel, I think. A true monster. A man who doesn’t just kill— he enjoys it. According to what I have heard. He stands in front of me now, a wicked grin stretching across his face. In his hand, he holds a gun. And it’s pointed straight at my head.

Sound good? “In any case,” continued Gullen, “we’ve already dispatched a team of specialists to gather information for us. You know them of course. Gideon and his party.” I stared at him blankly. Who the fuck was Gideon? “I’m sorry, I don’t think I know anyone called Gideon.” “Really? They arrived with you. He’s a handsome boy with a tattoo down one arm.” “Oh. Right.” He meant the Cool Kids. I’d wondered what had happened to them. “That’s great, then. I’m sure they’ll bring you the answers you’re looking for.”

he whispers. “No,” I say. “I’m more like him.” I stand. Look at Leo and Zara. “Secure him. Tie him to the railing. Let the tide decide.” Leo hesitates—only for a second. Then nods. We zip-tie Gideon’s wrists to the railing—facing the sunrise he always watched from the wrong side. He doesn’t struggle. Just smiles—small, bloody. “You’ll lose this round,” he says. “But the Clean Slate isn’t one man. It’s an idea. And ideas don’t die.”