Gideon The Ninth Novels & Stories

“Besides, you know that I bore easily.” The psychopathic lord glanced over at the man, impressed that he was still living. Blood continued to ooze from his chest, masking the small games board that Dorian had created. “Hmm, yes I remember. I presume that is how the game started, what information did he have to give?” Dorian growled lightly, his bare feet coated in the man’s blood. “Scouts are tricky little creatures. More are coming, estimated to arrive before morning. They are searching for a girl, the bastard daughter of Atlas.”

Chapter 90 The Deadland Jyra’s face hovered inside a dark crystal orb as he spoke to the arch-demons. “Look, I know you don’t want to come because you think you’ll be fighting the werewolves alone,” Jyra said. “But what if I tell you it’s more than just the werewolves? There’s a new creation now.” “A new creation?” Marvin asked, curiosity sharp in his voice. Jyra nodded. “They’re called the Goldren’s.”

Chapter 38 Velis stepped carefully between the bodies, his boots squelching in puddles that reflected torchlight like dark mirrors. The silence felt wrong—not the comfortable quiet of a tomb, but the breathless hush that follows catastrophe. A single prisoner had done this. A mortal boy, barely past twenty summers, who had been dragged into these dungeons more dead than alive just days ago. Caelum, the fallen prince whose kingdom Velis had ground to dust, whose family had died screaming his name.

To put a period at the end of this nine-year sentence. Jason walked out the door at midnight. The calendar flipped to a new day. Exactly fourteen days left until I go home for the arranged marriage. The days passed. When the 18th arrived, I didn't hear from Jason. Instead, I saw a travel vlog on Piper's social media. She flashed a sweet, carefree smile as a tall figure stood reflected in the background. I recognized him instantly. It was Jason.

scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire.

She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

She went back to the body and put her two fingers beside her jaw. "She's still breathing, call 911." Woohooooo! That's the final chapter of Giordana. Honestly, I enjoyed writing this book. This is my very first completed story, and I can't explain how happy I feel. Forgive me for not communicating my readers, I thought Goodnivel didn't require all those. I'm used to it now, so if I write another book here, I'll be sure to communicate constantly ❤ I want to thank God for the strength and ideas, I want to thank my siblings, my friends, my readers, it wouldn't have been possible without you all.

He stared, unfocused for a moment before another strained sound slipped out of his mouth and his eyes almost bulged out of their socket, jittering with fear. I smirked at his reaction. Good. Just the expression I wanted. Then I spoke slowly, my voice carrying the weight of a command, heavy with compulsion that could not be resisted. “Who are you?” I demanded. His only good eye darkened with a soft glow, caught in the power of my compulsion and his lips parted. “I am Gideon, a rogue assassin from the dark hive.”

“I know, you’re right. I just hoped that he had some couth of his own.” Roman barked a laugh, draining his cup of expresso before slamming it down on the table. “He’s Irish. Don’t think they’ve ever even heard of the word.” He got to his feet, “This has been…illuminating, but I gotta go. Sonia is having puppies. Sergei called to say she’s gone into labor.” “Aww,” I pouted, “wish I could see that. You’re not gonna sell ‘em are you?” “Nope. Second generation of pit bulls to breed to be loyal to me? No way I’m giving that up.”

Gideon, one of the kidnappers, crawled to the phone and answered with a simple “hello.” The voice on the other end, male and authoritative, asked, “Did you manage to execute the job?” Gideon looked at his scratched hands and face, signs of recent turmoil, and hesitated before answering. “There was a problem,” he finally admitted. The male voice demanded details. “What kind of problem?” Gideon glanced at his two fallen comrades on the floor, dead, their bodies marked by claws, and began to explain with a certain uncertainty in his voice. “The kids... they're not normal.”