Alchemy Golden Novels & Stories

Sandra Ashbourne POV “He is not giving you silver coins right this second, but his claws will give it later,” old Gideon Blackmoor says, his voice sounding super dark and mean. “And your brain will understand the resource deals perfectly when his mouth gets you to talk about the pack terms and lets your eyes see young Malek Thorncrest.” My mind is left utterly baffled by his strange words. Then my confusion gets even deeper because the old alpha suddenly pulls out a giant sack of rare silver pieces and places it right on the table before my dress.

The flashlight beam reflected off a chaotic, shimmering pile of raw, uncut diamonds, surrounded by thick, official-looking parchment deeds. "My god," I breathed, my hands trembling as I reached inside. "This is a fortune. Look at these deeds, these are the prime northern routes. Every single one of them!" *** Gideon leaned low over his desk, peering through a jeweler’s loupe. He held a piece of the heavy, ornate silver up to the bright desk lamp, his fingers trembling so violently that the ancient metal clicked repeatedly against his glass lens. "Alpha, where exactly did you acquire these?" Gideon asked, his voice dropping to a panicked whisper. "These markings… they aren't from any minting

so far. I turned to Caleb. He was watching me carefully, his pale eyes thoughtful. Then he stepped forward. "What happened to you," he said quietly, "was a Golden Awakening." I blinked. "A what now?" He gestured for me to sit. I obeyed immediately because frankly if someone starts talking magical nonsense after your hands explode with gold light, you sit the hell down. Caleb leaned against the desk. "A Golden Awakening is an extremely rare magical manifestation among wolves with access to the Forbidden Arts."

"You cannot consider that offer, Alpha. The Golden Chalice is not what they claim it to be." Thorne's gaze locked onto Kael, his eyes piercing and intense. He didn't respond, didn't move, but his focus was like a physical force, drawing Kael in. Kael swallowed hard, mustering all his courage to continue. "I know that the Golden Chalice is cursed. It's said to have been forged in blood and darkness, and those who seek to possess it are doomed to fall prey to its power."

When the two collided, a terrible storm swept over, shaking the boulders of both sides of the mountain to roll down. The energy chain was destroyed. The ripples made by the Amethyst Mine swept toward the sturdy man. Seeing that, the others quickly retreated. The tall and sturdy man's face was full of disdain. His outer clothes had been blasted apart and the golden armor underneath appeared. Phoenix-Winged Golden Armor was a high-quality Sacred Relic. Golden light burst out from it. The ripples made by the Amethyst Mine were shattered by it. Elder Ancestor's pupils constricted and his expression turned grave.

"In the darkest of nights, when the moon bleeds silver and unsuspecting souls sleep, a wolf may be born with the very power of moonlight in their blood. These rare beings, known as omega silver wolves, possess the power to heal others with their blood. Their very existence defies the natural order, for silver – the bane of our kind, the very element we should be afraid of – flows through their veins, making them immune to its touch. These ones are not ordinary. They are cursed, yet blessed. Haunted down, yey seeked for. They are usually drained, the toll of problems from other wolves weighing down on them. They are threatened to go extinct…” My hands shake as I read further. The description

This was a place of old gods and older hungers. I lay stretched across the sacrificial altar, a massive slab of white quartz that stood in stark contrast to the black walls. The chains holding my wrists and ankles weren't silver; they were gold—heavy, ancient, and etched with runes that pulsed with a dull, rhythmic light. Silver was used to suppress a wolf, to poison and weaken. Gold, however, was a conductor. It didn't block my power; it drew it out, bleeding the Hallowed spark from my marrow like a slow leak in a dam.

Showing them the truth would be the best explanation. She pulled off the earrings she had on her left ear. "This is gold. I know werewolves and many other supernatural creatures cannot even have silver close to them, but sages are different. We can hold gold and use it, and that is why you see me holding onto my favourite jewellery gifted to me by Alpha Aaron. However, when weaponized, it is as deadly as silver on a werewolf.”

She was theirs but Diana wanted her. I let out a sigh. “And dad granted her that wish.” I know that the Taylor’s were furious but dad was their Alpha. Cali would have never suffered under them. My chest gets heavy as I realise my father’s sins. We walk in silence for a moment before he speaks again. “Gold is the legendary wolf. She is a prophecy fulfilled.” “Who is she?” “A pup of Gold, the female Alpha of the Golden pack and a Northern hemisphere Lycan. The combination is so rare. She is higher in rank than the queen.”

Alfie widened his eyes, refusing to believe what he was seeing. A voice in his head said, "Those are the Golden Spell, Evil-repelling Spell, and Protective Spell. The combination of three spells gave the user ultimate protection." Alfie immediately caught on. "Do you mean it's from the Jewel of Prosperity?" "Yes!" Alfie gritted his teeth in anger. That jewel should have been his! First, Woody beat him to it and got the jewel. Then, the jewel displayed its power and helped him to suppress and absorb the snake-turtle energy.