Novel & Cerita Gideon The Ninth Kindle

Ingvar adds, before motioning for his soldiers to cuff those who surrender with bindings Phoenix and I enchanted to neutralize magic and be unbreakable. "Are you seriously going to let her fight him one on one?" Gideon roars as he comes at me, I grab him by the shoulders and face him towards his daughter who is already fighting. "She wanted it this way, watch her move," I growl at his anger and doubt in me, both of us look to see Raven bending backwards out of Dagon's reach, as she pivots and kicks his hands, knocking the weapon out of his hand and onto the ground.

Gideon snarled inches from her face, eyes blazing like wildfire. “Tell me, who is doing all this shit behind you, Zamini. Fucking spill it before I snap you into half. Speak!” He roared. Zamini squeezed her eyes shut, battling the terror clawing up her spine. Her neck bent in surrender, pleading silently, and Gideon’s jaw flexed at the sound of her whimper. His claws slid out as He tightened his hold, not to kill, but to terrify. “WHERE IS MY SON?” He demanded sharply and Dr Zamini nodded slowly with an erratic heartbeat.

“Do you know the laws of the Tidal Waves Pack? All who enter without permission will have their legs broken.” “Even so, I’m going.” Leonard’s voice was hoarse. “I’ll meet her even if it means losing my legs.” The oracle shook her head, accepted the money, and told Leonard how to find the Tidal Waves Pack. Leonard was now penniless but ecstatic. He set out to find me with only some rations in his backpack. At the same time, I was starting a new relationship in my new pack.

I swallowed nervously and nodded my head. Elder Luke stood up and walked behind me, laying a book down beside me that surprisingly seemed to consist of information on Goddess marks. It was far more detailed than any of the books I'd vaguely seen on the subject in the past. Knowing he would require to see my back today, I had purposely worn a dress with a back zipper. He waited patiently as I brushed my hair to the side, unzipping the back of the dress just enough for him to see but not enough for me to feel completely exposed. I was thankful that he allowed me to keep my dignity while I did everything and didn't handle me more than was necessary.

And in that quiet hospital room, surrounded by the smell of antiseptic and the hum of machines, Amira finally believed in something she hadn’t dared to before. A future. THE END AUTHOR- 📚GENEVA .A. ZWICKER📚

Fear shot through my spine as I instinctively crawled backwards, away from the red hand covered in blood. “You should carry out the job in hell, Fucker.” Leonardo stepped forward, a gun in his hand as his fingers reached for the trigger and shot the Italian Mob in between his eyes. He instantly went limp. My lips trembled as I crawled, my knees scraping the cold floor. “Get yourself together, we are leaving.” My head whipped towards the direction of Vincenzo’s voice and I shivered at his gruff tone and swallowed at the darkness which surged behind his face.

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.

In someone else’s story, we would not be the heroes. We would be the villains. Late that night, Gideon finally returned from the mountains. He did not come to see me. Instead, he went straight to the hidden forge in the lower courtyard. The forge burned hot enough to melt silver. Killian was already there waiting. The two men said very little. This time, there was no coffin. No silk. No ceremony. The Executioner’s body was placed into the blazing coals of the forge. The flames swallowed it quickly. There were no prayers.

“But money still opens many doors. And fear opens the rest.” I stared at him, my heart beating hard. “You won’t win,” I said. His smile disappeared. “I already won once. I stole one of your sons from birth and raised him under Alexander’s nose for two years.” My hands curled into fists. “Do not talk about Julian.” “Oh, but I will,” Gideon said, taking one slow step closer. “That boy was quiet and easy to control. Unlike Leo.” I lunged toward him without thinking. Eleanor dragged me back so hard pain shot through my neck.