A Taste Of Gold And Iron Novels & Stories

It didn’t take long for him to fall into a light doze there beside her. Heavy dark green drapes blocked the sun out. Shadows fell heavily on the Persian rug that framed the enormous bed. The décor appeared out of place in the Nevada Desert. It gave the appearance of a bygone era or the old world. His pack had come here from Scotland during the gold and silver rush. Settled down and did a little mining. Which explained why the local packs had names of metals in them. Their mine produced silver. The Iron Hill’s mine produced iron. The mines had stopped producing long ago, and other businesses took their place.

I felt the pulse in my womb, the child reacting not with fear, but with a surge of energy that made my vision shimmer with a golden light. "Darlene, be careful," Kael warned from the shadows, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "I am the fire, Kael," I whispered. I dipped my hand into a bucket of liquid iron—not yet molten, but glowing with a white-hot intensity. The warriors gasped, but I didn't feel the burn. I felt a connection. As my fingers touched the metal, a spark of crimson light shot from my skin, infusing the iron with a shimmering, ruby glow.

Yet, now, the city lord wanted him to take them out as soon as possible. This operation was very novel and incredible. However, he had to do as he was told. Soon, before the crowd's expectant gazes, the first treasure was brought forth. It was a precious treasure from Dragon Mountain, Raging Meteoric Iron! It was rumored that this type of iron grew in raging flames, which was why it had this name. "We all know that iron will melt in the fire, so the meteoric iron that can grow in the raging fire is naturally extraordinary."

David went back into the room with the red envelope. After he opened it, he saw a gold card inside. The contents of the card was very simple. There were no words, only a logo of Treasure Trove. David touched the gold card. It felt smooth, soft, and pleasant to the touch. It should be made of some precious metal. It was almost like gold on Earth, but it was surely more precious than it. Treasure Trove was indeed loaded. Even its invitation card was so delicate.

This time, he kissed me passionately, his touch tender and gentle. As he entered me again, I was prepared, ready to embrace the pain. It hurt like hell, but I didn't care. It was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. I'd rather feel this physical pain than the endless torment of my unrequited love for him. He moved slowly, exploring my body. I began to hear the music his touch created. I loved the pleasure he brought me. I went wild, losing myself as he moved faster and faster. I felt like I was in a race, being chased by an unstoppable force.

The precious metal in Gold Land Kingdom was called pure silver. The metal found in the half shifters kingdom was called the Ash steel. The metal Found in the Water Kingdom was called Liquid. The metal found in the Night Warrior's Kingdom was called God's bone. And finally, the metal found in the Sun Kingdom was called Heat steel. "I don't get what the difference is." I complained as I looked at the book I was reading and then turned my eyes to the silver Key in my hand.

The second person, who was standing over her head, made a cut on Akshara's finger and collected it in the glass bowl and added some other liquids to examine the effect. Akshara could barely see what was happening above her head and what they were trying to do was mysterious but still, she protested in all the ways she could. The liquid poured into the glass bowl turned its colour from red to gold. The third female said after examining the effect of liquid, “Virgin… but the liquid turned to gold.” Apart from the shouting of Akshara, the trio of females discussed something about the test results of turning gold. Akshara’s ear keenly noted some of their whispers, “If it’s gold, there is only on

The taste of iron coated my mouth. And as my eyes fluttered, my heart whispered the same name again and again— “Logan…” -

As for Harold, I had the movers clear out everything in his room—his expensive wardrobe, luxurious cosmetics items, and anything in between, gathering everything in a pile outside the villa. Then, I made sure Harold watched as I poured gasoline over his possessions and burnt it all to ash. Bound and unable to move, Harold couldn't save his prized possessions, and could only howl and bawl in anguish. My mother, seeing him crying himself hoarse, went up and hugged him, comforting him, "It's alright. I'll just buy everything again! Brand new ones!"