Novel & Cerita Gideon The Ninth Characters

The house Charlotte claimed for herself was quiet again, with just me inside. I pulled off my headset. It felt like it had been buzzing the whole time. Young Edmund was still going off. "Why does Gideon get to call our mom 'Mom'? His parents are long gone. I'm the one who worked and saved to put him through school!"

Ghost grabs for my elbow again and this time I don’t shrug him off; I’m too busy focusing on the scent of pancakes, at first I thought it smelt like Flora’s but now I realise there is an earthy, spicy scent to them that I’ve never smelt before. “Do you smell that?” I ask no one in particular; I feel like I’m floating in the air and I’m following a vivid cloud of this delicious scent without caring who is in my way. I barely register putting one foot in front of the other; people move out of my way with little complaint and I think that's thanks to Ghost. I keep walking in a daze until I come to the end of the group and see Gideon standing in the middle of a field with a small child clinging

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

And he was reminded the words his father said to him earlier. "Your future wife's name is Jewel Laine Mangubat, the only heiress of the Mangubat." He handed a picture of the girl and Gideon as surprised to see the girl in his house's portrait. The only difference what that the girl's face in the portrait was a lot younger than what's in the picture, A soft smile appeared on Gideon's lips as he guide Jewel's hand around his waist. "Don't be a reckless girl, Jewel," he said and drove the motorcycle away.

FLASHBACK to ninth grade. There were multiple middle schools in the area, but only two high schools. Ninth grade year is when Gideon saw his soul mate. She had the most beautiful read hair he'd ever seen. And her eyes were so green is was as if they glowed. He was mesmerized by her. Never had he saw a girl so beautiful.

To strengthen his claim as the heir, Kyle pushed me forward in front of all the elders, showing me off like a trophy. "Elders, this is my mate, Althea. She has been blessed with a divine gift from the Moon Goddess!" he announced, his face flushed with a manic energy. "I have died nine times, and every single time, she was the one who pulled me back from the brink of death!" "What?" "Nine times?" The hall erupted in chaos. All eyes were on me—filled with shock, greed, and a disturbing fanaticism. I wasn't a person to them. I was a rare treasure, a magical item that could grant immortality, to be used over and over.

Medication discontinued. The phone fell out of my hand. I couldn't hold it. I crawled forward on my knees until I was at Julian's feet. "I did what you told me to. Why are you stopping her meds?" Something flickered across Julian's face, something almost like reluctance. Sheila caught it instantly. She clutched her head, faking a wince. The reluctance hardened over. "Ada. Sheila is innocent. You've hurt her again and again, and I can't keep looking the other way."

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.

She stood alone in a ruined city beneath a crimson sky. Blood covered her hands. Around her... The Nine Doors burned. She whispered only one sentence. "I'm sorry..." Then she disappeared. Another mirror. Edward. Standing before an enormous throne. Holding the Ninth Cipher. Smiling. Not like himself. Like someone else entirely. Another mirror. Lucien. Fighting hundreds of shadow figures until he finally dropped his sword... ...and willingly knelt before the darkness. Mirror after mirror revealed impossible futures. Some hopeful. Most horrifying. Finally Adrian looked at the stranger.