Gideon The Ninth Characters Novels & Stories

We worked on basic defensive stances and evasive footwork, but my focus was shattered. “You’re jittery,” Kaelia observed after I over-corrected a dodge and nearly stumbled. “Was the dinner that bad?” “It was… intense,” I admitted, grateful for the physical exertion as a release for my pent-up anxiety. “Gideon is… a lot.” “He’s the Great Alpha. He’s supposed to be ‘a lot’,” she said, effortlessly blocking a half-hearted strike from me. “But he’s fair. A hardass, but fair. He raised those three after their parents died. He’s like a father to them.”

If my instincts were correct this wasn't Silas and seeing how the last person was a council plant I wasn't taking chances. "Actually I'm-" the stranger began and I took the chance. Swinging the blade out I barely missed as the creature caught my wrist with both hands. A line of fresh blood formed below their left eye and a chunk of the fake hair had been cut. "Are you shittiing me?" They whisper yelled. I barely had time to respond as the illusion was dropped and before me sat Gideon. He was trembling worse than before. Skin so pale and lips so blue he looked nearly frozen to death. The only thing he had on was a thin long sleeved shirt and sleep pants. No socks, no shoes, and no coat.

"I was part of a traveling troupe, performers, entertainers. One day they were gone, vanished without a trace. I was abandoned, scared. Gideon stumbled upon me during his travels, saw the spark in me. He didn't just take me in; he celebrated my spirit, my love for life. He taught me that joy is a strength, not a weakness." His laughter filled the air, a testament to his resilience and Gideon's ability to see the potential in others. Finally, Liam, the youngest, spoke, his voice a little shaky. "A bad pack took my family, and I was all alone and really scared. Gideon found me when I was hiding. He didn't just save me; he made me feel better. He's like a dad to me now, and he helps me get stro

This is not their Alpha. “Oh, calm down E, he’s Leora’s guest.” Cora crouches to where Gideon is bowing from, “Roll with me if you want to make it all the way to Leora.” A hint of fear was both in their eyes. Gideon nods and stands upright. “Yes, I am. My name is Gideon and I’m a friend of your daughter’s.” Cora smiles approvingly.