Gideon The Ninth Ebook Novels & Stories

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

Gideon spoke with a hoarse voice as if his vocal cords had been burned by charcoal. “Don’t play dumb with me! The book was auctioned off a year ago to a businessman,” Tyr revealed. “His family was then exterminated, and the book was taken away. It’s the Jackals’ doing, right? “You are born with the finest Sapphire Fate. It allows you to use the cultivation techniques in the book to quickly advance to the Demigod realm. I’ll consider sparing you if you hand over the book!” When Gideon raised his head, he looked extremely hideous. He said with a shrill laugh, “Tyr, you already have two books with you. How could you covet the third book? Why are you so greedy? You are not allowed to have this b

He sat on a rock, clutching something tightly in his hand. I looked closer. It was a moonstone ring. Gideon's engagement gift to me. I unfolded the letter. Conrad's handwriting filled the page. Cora, I know you may not want to hear from me, but I felt you had a right to know. First, I am truly sorry for the crimes my son committed. Gideon has been exiled permanently. He now wanders the northern wilds. The last person who saw him said he looked like a ghost. The only thing he carries with him is the ring he once gave you.

“I’m still waiting for some of it, but I think I’m finally on the right track.” “I figured as much,” he releases the book into my hands. “You can keep this for now, until you start one of your own. That will be your first assignment tomorrow in class.” “Is this some strange family heirloom as well,” I smile at him before closing the book, leaving the bookmark resting on the spell we just encountered. “Will I face some kind of dire consequence if it goes missing?” “No,” Gideon laughs. “I bought that journal at the supermarket because I liked the cover. If it goes missing it’s easy enough to make a new one, although you’ll regret having to research all those missing spells without a copy to st

Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed bu

Though I know I’ll have to. “This is Petra,” Wren says as I turn my attention back to her. She points out the girl next to her, who is the opposite of her in every way. Curvaceous still, but more bookish. More reserved. She waves shyly. “And this,” Wren adds, doing a flourish around him like she is a game show hostess, “is Reid.” Reid, the tall rugged-looking fellow, lets his golden-brown eyes flirt with me. I can already tell he and I won’t get along.

The warrior's eyes darted nervously between Reid and Ariella. Reid's interest piqued, he strode forward, snatching the book from the servant's trembling hands. "What is this?" he demanded. The warrior swallowed hard. "A diary, sir. Belonging to... Gideon, the former Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack." Ariella's eyes widened, her face pale. "Gideon?" Reid repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "Kris's father?" The warrior nodded, backing away slowly. "Y-yes, sir."

My world begins spinning, madly out of control, and I grab the edge of the table as dizziness sweeps over me. Maybe you're wrong, a little voice whispers. Enlarging the picture on my phone, I stare into my enemy's bright cobalt eyes. It's him...Gideon. No doubt about it. I feel sick and lay a hand over my stomach. What did I do? Out of all the men in that bar last night, how in the hell did I choose Connor Mennetti? It's like a cruel joke. A morbid twist of fate. But then I remember how sweet he was to me. How he took his time with me last night and made sure to be a gentle and considerate lover. How he wiped the blood from between my thighs and held me for hours afterward.

From followers of a lost cause to builders of a new one. “Our first task is to secure the pack. Our second is to find my daughter, your future Alpha, and bring her home.” I paused, my next words dropping into the silence like stones. “And our third… is justice.” I turned to the warrior at my side. “Bring the prisoner.” A ripple went through the crowd as Gideon was dragged in, his hands bound, his armor stripped away. The cold, proud Alpha was gone, replaced by a sullen, defeated man. But his eyes still burned with hatred when they landed on me.

It was on the one sleeping-or pretending to sleep-just one door down from me. I could still feel the phantom ghost of Elara's walls clamping down on my cock from earlier that evening in the car. The way she had confessed her filth to that priest, her voice trembling with a hunger she thought was hidden, had ignited a fuse in me that hadn't stopped burning. I was Gideon, a man used to absolute control, but that girl... she made me want to burn the whole world down just to see her glow. I set the glass down and stood up. I didn't bother with a robe. I was just in my silk boxers, my body still humming with a restless, predatory energy. I walked down the carpeted hallway, my footsteps silent. I