Gideon Lightwood Novels & Stories

I imagine I would be more accepting of the truth now if I had grown up like the other kids. My name is Lucas Madden. I’m seventeen years old. I’m a high school dropout. I’m not a bad kid I think. I loved school. I was really good at it. I just had to stop to take care of my father. He’s a good father in his way, he is just having a hard time maintaining a job and he drinks a lot. I’m mature enough to hold my own so I started work a few months ago at a food truck in Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk in Los Angeles. For years, I’ve lived a somewhat normal life. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until yesterday. Wednesday in November. The beginning of it all.

he chanted the holy mantra of the saints and Reilly's body shone like a star of the Eve. Brilliant and blinding. This drastic change would have totally invited the focus of the people from the nearby city of Antavale but nothing and no one came to notice the present occurrence. The rest of the spectating five assumed that this was the doing of the small boy who, like them, took the role of an audience on the fight between light and darkness. "BOOM!" Gideon was a demonic force of nature. He waved his skull staff, time and time again, to unleash multiple quick beams that would have obliterated miles upon miles of land mass upon landing.

"Timothy... he’s a ghost for a reason. Don't count him out of the fight yet." "I’m not counting him out. I’m counting what I'm going to do to Lity if he so much as breathes on him." Gideon prowled back to the door, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm. "Thinking about him alone with those Rebellion fanatics... it makes the beast want to tear its way out of my skin." Kan coughed, a wet, hacking sound. "What about Gam?" Gideon froze. Gammer Hayes. Their tech specialist and only friend. "I haven't seen him since I left to get the gear. He was on the Xbox. I told him to stay clear of the kitchen."

“Nothing.” “Ash—” “You heard everything, didn’t you?” “No,” I lied. “Terrible liar.” Before I could argue, he reached past me and pushed the office door wider, then gave me a gentle but firm nudge inside. “You know what? Maybe you’re exactly what he needs right now.” “Ash—!” The door clicked shut behind me. The lock turned. His laughter faded down the hallway as he walked away. Traitor. I turned slowly. Gideon stood by the tall windows, one hand in his pocket, the city lights glittering coldly behind him. He looked every inch the untouchable man I’d come to expect—sharp, composed, distant. His eyes met mine, flat and expressionless.

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

] [At first, I thought Mom and Dad had changed their minds, but it was Ethan who got out of the car. The moment Bonnie read that line, Ethan's expression showed panic. Trying to stay calm, he turned to look at Dad. "Dad, today is our graduation party. It's the day Celia and I both got accepted into Kingstone College. Why does Ms. Leighton keep talking about Henry?" Celia immediately understood what he was trying to do and chimed in. "Ms. Leighton has always favored Henry. Could it be that Henry paid her to slander us?" "Ms. Leighton, don't you have any ethics in this profession?"

“Sometimes what we see isn’t really what it looks like; there’s more behind the scenes.” “Today we gather once again to celebrate the legacy of my family. We have won the best battles together, and of course, we are a force to be reckoned with. I stand proud to announce the success of the latest achievement by my oldest son, Caspian Blackwood!” Mr. Blackwood announced, and the hall echoed with a round of applause. His wife, Georgia, smiled as he placed a kiss on her forehead. They looked so happy, and I loved it.

"Oh. Okay." He smiled at me. "See you, wife." "See you." "You're husband's here, Bianca," Kelly announced beside me. I stopped from stacking the children's books on the bookshelf. I looked at the counter, and immediately saw Gideon. He was standing there and talking to Jeff. Wearing a dark long-sleeved polo shirt that rolled to his elbows and black slacks, he looked like a formidable businessman. I looked at my reflection from the glass panel of Rory's office. Some strands of my hair were loose from my French bun.

I picked up my phone, calmly finalized the payment for my flight, and only then walked backstage. Broken frames littered the floor. Tamara lay sprawled on the ground, her wrist bleeding from a wooden splinter. "Mr. Shepherd! My hand! What if I can never paint again?" She sobbed. "Mrs. Shepherd told me to organize these. “I didn’t know the frames would fall! I was so careful! Did I do something wrong?" Henry cradled her injured hand, his eyes reddening. Then he whipped his head toward me. "Are you satisfied now, Rosalind?" he roared.

It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Before this, I heard he'd found himself a high-paying job. He even bragged that once he earned enough money, he'd come back and reclaim custody of Nate. Alas, the last time he shared his location on social media, he was in a country infamous for human trafficking. … It was Emma and Henry's wedding day. As the music played during the reception, Emma came in a vintage-style wedding gown. She looked graceful and elegant as she strode down with Henry. Nate, who was the flower boy, trailed behind Henry with a small bouquet in hand.