Gideon Lightwood Novels & Stories

The moonlight cast eerie shadows across the deserted lot as Lysander and Kylie approached, their senses on high alert. They slipped inside through a broken door, the silence broken only by the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. Lysander’s hand tightened around the gun tucked into his waistband, ready for anything. A figure emerged from the shadows, and Lysander recognized Gideon immediately. He was thinner than Lysander remembered, his face gaunt and eyes haunted, but there was a steely determination in his gaze. “Lysander,” Gideon said, his voice low and urgent. “I’m glad you came.”

“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.”

My heart had pounded with every step past those guards in polished armor. And then I saw him. Newly knighted, seventeen, his sword still too big for his frame. But he stood like he was carved from something ancient, eyes already too sharp, too quiet. Not yet the Commander. Not yet feared. Just a boy trying not to look like he was still grieving. He’d nodded at my mother. She nodded back, without breaking stride. Later that evening, I asked who he was. “Gideon Malik,” My mother said, grinding dried bellroot into a vial. “Of Blackthorn Hall.” She didn’t look up when she said it, but I remember the way her hands slowed for just a second.

They did not hold back, beating them fiercely. Adrian glanced at the blood on the ground and frowned. "Keep Fiona's eyes clean." His men were about to drag them out, but I stopped him. With Adrian's help, I got up, walked over to the man, and looked down at him. "You know Axel, don't you? Where is he now?" The man shook his head over and over. "I don't know, Ms. Sawyer. It's not my fault. I was just paid to do a job!"

the grumbly voice orders. "Of course," the guard answers back with a smile. Their hands grab the handles and they grimace at me. "Good luck, sweetheart." The doors fly open and the light from outside floods in. There's many people standing there watching me; most familiar faces of the workers here and others dressed in suits made for heists. with guns hanging by their belts. I slowly make my way down the aisle, keeping my eyes on the amazingly-decorated alter before me rather than the man I'm marrying.

Warning: Language might be disturbing to some readers. Please beware. ~ The house was silent as his footsteps echoed in the living room. After the gathering, Gideon drove back to Mantalongon with a light heart. He had completely let go of his vices and while thinking of what he did to his wife and all of those quarrels, he felt guilty. The truth? He had no right to condemn Jewel when he himself was also addicted to x-rated materials. "I don't know what happened, Sir. But Senyorita locked herself inside the room."

As I can see his face more clearly now—oh, goddess, he’s so gorgeous I can barely think now—in the stronger light inside the house, he looks as stunned as me. He is looking at me like he’s seen a ghost. Like… he has seen me before and he can’t believe I am here. He is Gideon Swan. He is a warlock, and he’s awakened, and strange things might have happened to him—oh, has happened, because it’s why I was sent here, remember? Has he seen me in his dreams? Has he seen me coming in a vision? Can he see? I force myself to contain my thoughts. They are all running away from me, that’s why. That storm outside is an indication that I must do something now to help him.

"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!"

I look over to Zack, "What about school? What about his parents? He can't go back, now." Zack leans back in his chair and shakes his head, "Yeah, we need to figure a few things out," he rubs his palms together, "the good thing is, Gideon has already been assigned as his Watchman. He should be safe for the time being," he straightens up, suddenly serious, "unless he goes to the cemetery." "Who the hell is Gideon? And, why can't I go to the..." Zack clears his throat, "Gideon is one of our best Seraph Warriors and he's also been briefed on you and your family." He answers as Skylar's face drops a little.

Gideon laughed loudly and said, “Oh yes, what a glorious time that was. And no I will not share details. You’re still far too young and innocent for those stories.” “I am not that innocent, but there are many other things you got to witness. There have been a lot of wars in the last 231 years. Did you ever fight in any of them?” I asked genuinely curious if a vampire would take the time to engage in such things. “No, even though I can be in the sun for short periods of time covered appropriately, I never would have been able to fight in a war.” He replied. “Have you ever played any sports?” I asked, it was fascinating to learn about Gideon's life. “Actually I played football for Sheffield Fo