Gideon The Ninth Novels & Stories

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.

Gideon's face remained expressionless. He stared at Xandor with a calm intensity that was somehow more terrifying than any outburst. A chill crawled down Xandor's spine. His heart raced, and his body went cold. "Who are you?" Xandor asked. Gideon replied, "Weren't you asking for me? Well, here I am." Every hair on Xandor's body stood on end at Gideon's words. He stared in disbelief. He hadn't expected the mastermind behind the fall of the Yovarian Guild to be so young.

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.

I sat down and tapped the keys, my fingers moving by instinct. A notification was blinking on the main screen. No sender, no subject, just a video file. I clicked it. The screen flickered, then cleared. It was a small, concrete room with no windows, just a single chair bolted to the floor. And in that chair was Gideon. My breath hitched. He looked terrible. His face was a map of purple and yellow bruises. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and his hands were cuffed behind his back. But his other eye, the one that was open… was sharp. He wasn't broken. Not yet.

"Gideon killed it before I ever reached for the matches. He purged the board like he was cleaning out a closet. He removed the people who built him. He removed Helena. He turned his back on his own blood just to please a girl from Linden Row. He destroyed our power to satisfy her ego. If I cannot have the Moore name and the estate, then nobody will. I would rather see the whole wing in ashes than see that mouse living in it like she belongs there." The detective shakes his head slowly. "You are facing decades in a cell, Ms. Moore. You threw your entire life away for a pile of stones and some old books." "I threw it away for a point," I correct him. I lean back as far as the metal chair allow

“Don’t underestimate that woman son for only I know what she is capable off. I saw how she murdered those elders, Alpha Joel almost lost his life while trying to help me. Don’t forget that she made me like this to make sure my loyalty lies with her. I am living on a threat son, she can easily kill me if we back out. Do I need to remind you how she killed your mother? You may be little but you saw it didn’t you?” Gideon closed his eyes, trying to fight away the painful memory. It was his third year birthday and his mother had thrown a party for him only a dark smokes to appear from nowhere, ruining everything and then a woman emerged from the middle of the smokes. She commanded them like they

not that one could ever be prepared for something like that. he continued to pull me until i was beneath him, my struggle nothing but a futile attempt at escape. he then began to run his hand up my leg and suddenly as hes about to tug at my clothing a howl rips through the air. Distracted, Gideon looks up toward the direction the howl came from. i used this opportunity to knee him in his private area and scurry backwards away from him. he grabs onto me again and one of the guys that had came with them ran up to us panting heavily "Gideon kill her and lets go we're being attacked" he says almost out of breath

“You will not let this happen. Sebastian cannot discard my daughter. The Vaughn's cannot walk over us.” “They won’t erase us,” Gideon said calmly. “I built this family. I built this empire. And I don’t lose.” Celeste stepped closer. “Then do something. Now.” He said nothing. The war had already begun. Later that night, Gideon sat alone in his study. He didn’t rage. He planned. He pulled out his phone, scrolled to a name he’d never erased, and typed: Meet me tomorrow. 5 PM. Same place. You know why.