Gideon Cod Novels & Stories

It's just that his instincts say to meet and bring Megan back to Jazmore first. "After Elden killed Redo, do you understand not how I feel right now? That I lived to avenge Redo," Yagur began to tell the story of his past with the dark sides with Eden. "Previously Redo killed Albis," Eden replied flatly. Calling Alpha Albis none other than his own father.

I smoothed my dark blue dress, straightened my back, and walked past the man with my eyes fixed on one person: the only one capable of making me shiver with just a look. "Carol, I want to introduce you to Gideon." I turned and saw the man stand up. I shook his hand. "Carol Gómez, a pleasure." "Likewise. Gideon Winter." Gideon was tall, though not as tall as Will, with broad shoulders and an intense gaze. He had black hair, deep blue eyes, and a small scar on his left eyebrow. "That’s enough. Let go of her hand." I smiled shyly at Will’s rudeness.

That conversation would come in its own time. The reaction I hadn't expected was Gideon. He was one of the oldest active warriors in the pack, scarred in the specific way of someone who had earned every mark, with a reputation for being impossible to impress and even more impossible to move once he'd formed an opinion. He had never once, in my memory, acknowledged me as anything other than the Beta's inconvenient Omega daughter. He had not been unkind. He had simply not seen me as relevant. He was standing near the training yard gate when I came around the corner of the main building. He looked at me, and I looked at him, and I was fully prepared to walk past without incident.

I shook my hair out so it fell messy around my shoulders, then sprayed a light mist of my vanilla-amber perfume along my neck and between my breasts. When the knock finally came, I opened the door to find Dax standing in the pouring rain, holding a small bag with candles and a flashlight. Water dripped from his dark hair down onto his gray t-shirt, making the fabric cling to every ridge of his muscular chest. His jeans were soaked at the hems. He looked strong, mature, and so damn sexy it almost hurt. “Nadia,” he said, his voice low and rough around the edges. “You alright?” “Come in, quick,” I whispered, stepping aside.

His posture stiffened into an array of pure military wariness. We were half-brothers, sharing a father but born of different mothers. The court vipers always whispered that I shouldn't trust him—that Caleb harbored a secret, burning jealousy toward me and my crown. But I had never doubted him. He possessed a good heart, and I held unwavering faith in our brotherhood. “Who do you think is behind it?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

“What should we do?” “Ah, yes…. About that, I don’t have the copy of the clues. As I have told you, Mister Adalfo himself made all the codes, and he never gave them to anyone else.” Siena’s heart shrunk in her chest. “S-so you mean…, there’s no other way to get the code back?” “I’m sorry, Siena, but I’m afraid I can’t help either…,” Damien spoke softly. Disappointment was clear on her face. “It’s all my fault. I should have taken the picture of the code first…. We have only one asset left. Now, how could I grant Grandpa’s last wish?”

he wiped my tears before he looked at the moisture on his finger and I watched as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it, "hm, salty..." "Please, Octavious, I won-" He shook his head in disappointment as he placed his finger on my lips again to silence me, "you've said enough, my little star," he silenced me with a tender tone, "but you can't fight the inevitable. Now, we have been destined to be together since the day that you were born. Do you want to know why you're here?" he waited for a response so I nodded my head, "your father and I were a part of a gang called The Cobalt Wolverine Syndicate," he chuckled, "it was a silly name, the silliest I've ever heard in my life but we

Until the last one fell, defeated, he would fight. Sabin leaned forward, anchoring his weight on his knees as he laid his arms steadying himself. "Anything?" "Plenty?" Gideon said. "Nothing," Nora countered with a roll of her eyes. Gideon wasn't possessed like his siblings, but he was a rogue. Unlike Sabin, the man couldn't utter a single truth. Everyone in the room knew to believe the opposite of whatever he said.

"Stay away from her, Ace. She has nothing to do with this. Why do you want to kill someone innocent? Don't you stand by some type of code?" "Code?" He seethed, body stiffening, "I've killed men, women, and children. There is no fucking code. I do what needs to be done when it needs to be done. Now, where was I?" He tapped his index finger against his chin feigning deep thought before continuing, "Oh yes, those high cheekbones that pierce through. Fuck. Just fuck. She looks like she belongs in one of those fantasy fiction movies with hot as fuck fairies and shit."

I whispered through Dominique’s mind, 'Dominique, I am at the wreck’s site. I see six dead bodies on the side of the road. Nicholas is here with some of his men, but I do not see Tim or your sons. Nicholas is talking to me. He thinks you’re dead, and that’s why I’m here. Michael can not feel you. He told them you and your daughter were dead. I have corrected them.’ ‘Thank you, Nathaniel. Please ask them where Tim and my sons are.’