Gideon The Ninth Novels & Stories

Gideon rolled his eyes, "Lily is just a pawn to do as a sister what I can't as an uncle. Plus, the pain of betrayal by the dearest little sister will be tenfold worse. She doesn't even know the end that I have planned for her and her family. She believes it is all for her to take her brother's throne. The foolish girl fell so easily for greed, jealousy, and false flattery. She can't even control her dragon transformation. I was surprised she even made it back after our first mission on Y's island. But no need to worry, she is no threat, and once she has fulfilled her purpose she will be out of her way as well." Gideon then glared at everyone and most of all at Nora, "Now if my interrogation

he smiled sweetly, wincing in pain as he shuffled awkwardly. "Piper's baby?" Quinn spoke and I snapped my attention back to him. Gideon was swinging his legs childishly, now drinking the warmed liquid. The plate sat empty next to him and judging from the pungent smell coming from the jar, the mustard was too. "Uh, yeah," Caden awkwardly scratched his chin. "That one." "Good idea!" Jennifer popped up from her chair, clearly ready to get some alone time. "Gideon," I spoke as I stood and padded over to him. Quinn sent a glare in my direction when the brown haired man put his bowl down to look at me. "Let's go shower." I mumbled, watching as blood coated various parts of his body again.

The trio seem to stop in front of the Prince and Princess . The aura radiating from the young couple is powerful as they stand before this young she-wolf who is showing nothing but disrespect towards the new Princess but even then the Princess holds herself with dignity , something this she-wolf could do with learning . Young Prince Gideon had arrived and stood with his brother . Gideon was a good man; he spent some time in our kingdom while he was doing his travels . He was a powerful mage , I know his mother is one hell of a Queen . I am drawn from my inner thoughts with a growl that came from the little female with Gideon . I step to the side to get a better view and that's when I see her

Gideon froze in place, his body going rigid, and I swore he stopped breathing for a second. "I'm not playing any games, Gideon. I told you this morning that I am not her. I am just an innocent bystander in all this, looking for something to do while I am forced to live in hell, a prisoner to the seven princes until one of them decides to kill me." I reached out my hand, running my fingers gently across his jaw.

Jogging up beside him we headed further into the trees. We walked for several miles and I side-eyed him in irritation. “Are we close?” He nodded and said, “It's built next to a cliff overlooking a pristine valley with a small waterfall. So when you hear rushing water we will be there.” Tilting my head I listened and could hear birds chirping and felt another presence. Glancing behind us, two red eyes narrowed at me. Startled, I jumped back into Gavin. “Gideon?! Why are you here?” “On orders from the council. Apparently, you two have stirred up the damn high king, and the Goddess says whatever you both did must be rectified,” he asserted.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

“Your birthday is October 31st—on Samhain. What better place to be at that time than in New Orleans? Now, Gideon is an orphan—you’ll find all these on the file. He has no idea who his parents are, which means there’s no way to know his Magickal bloodline. You’re going to have to be inventive after you’ve talked with him to convince him to go with us when we arrive there for him.” “How are you so sure I can accomplish all this? First of all, he’s a hermit. Second, he doesn’t even know me. Third, I don’t know him except for what you have on the file which I haven’t even read. I—” “Because the Oracle said so.” She shrugs. “And the Oracle has never been wrong. So who am I or the Council to doubt

“Smiling. Helping. Watching. It makes everything feel… fragile. Like the ground could open up at any moment.” Gideon remained hidden inside an unused guest wing while Lorenzo quietly assigned only Reef and Eli to guard him. “No one else enters this corridor without my direct approval,” Lorenzo instructed them firmly. “Not even trusted warriors. Understood? This man is our greatest advantage right now. We protect him like we protect Jordan.” Eli nodded. “We’ll keep him safe. And keep listening to his stories. There’s so much history he carries. The Old Fracture. Your parents. Details we’ve never had before.”

In the meantime, blood continued to seep from my injury, rapidly soaking the hem of my white dress red and pooling on the cold stone slabs. I could hear the revelry in the banquet hall carrying on without interruption, its lively sounds bleeding faintly into the stone chamber. Father was announcing to the gathered nobles that Elara had become the new Sacred Huntress, while Caelum stood at her side, accompanying her through the final dance of the night. Those in attendance didn't even realize that I, the firstborn princess, was actually locked away in the dark by her own family, on the verge of dying. In my semi-conscious state, I thought I heard Wren crying out for me.

“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.