Alchemy Golden Novels & Stories

For months—years—his dreams had been haunted by visions of a silver-haired woman calling his name. Elira tilted her head, watching him as if reading the thought before he finished it. “Our meeting was never meant to be chance, Kaelen Thorne. Your life is not your own—it never has been.” He swallowed hard. “What does that mean?” “It means,” she said, her voice low and steady, “that your blood is older than this village, older than the walls of kings. You are the last of the Thorne line—the bloodline sworn to bind three worlds in balance. And if the wolves found you tonight, then the balance is already unraveling.”

The wolf collapsed, its massive frame twitching as the chemicals turned its marrow to ash. The silence that followed was a pressurized vacuum. Kael stood over the beast, blood leaking from his nose. He looked at the betting terminal. [PAYOUT CONFIRMED: 2.5 MILLION SILVER COINS] I closed the ledger. My golden hand was weeping mercury now, the Gilded Toll pulsing in my brain like a physical blow. Memory Log: The Academy. The first time Kael shared his pine-scented cloak in the rain to keep me warm.

Alpha King Aurelian Draven Blackthorn Aurelian means The Golden Ruler. Draven means The Dark Warrior. Blackthorn... An ancient royal bloodline so feared that entire kingdoms lowered their eyes when speaking its name. His wolf: Nyxar. A monstrous black wolf with golden eyes that glowed like moonlight on fresh snow. It's...Ancient... Powerful... Annoyingly optimistic. And entirely too invested in Aurelian's personal life. His kingdom: The Obsidian Dominion.

"Genuine white gold, forged in the high peaks!" "And my father is the Moon King," I sneer. "Are you accusing my establishment of trading fake metal, Alpha?" "If the pelt fits the wolf..." "It is real gold. We guarantee the scent. Everything sold at this altar comes with a week-long pack warranty." My legal mind wants to argue that territory merchant laws require a lifetime guarantee on sacred metals. But what is the point of debating a scrawny rogue when I am going to buy her a matching set of platinum bands the second we cross into my territory anyway? Even if it deeply annoys my alpha pride that Jonny and this fake bard are swindling me with cheap counterfeits...

nope this was caused by SILVER! It must have been a stupid silver blade that Jade had used, this was not good as I’m supposed to be trying to hold on as long as possible for Sapphire’s sake, but they played dirty and used silver which will drain my energy making me weaker with no access to Sapphire or her healing powers. ‘Hey, Aurora did I ever mention to you that we’re able to withstand silver!! Play it out though like its making us weaker and I’ll try to heal you on the sly.’ Sapphire giggled to me, no she never mentioned it but I’m very glad we are.

"Are you sure his eyes turned gold?" "Yes I'm sure, I saw it twice, what's wrong?" "Didn't you know that Alpha's eyes will turn red when he's having a rut and it will wake up his Omega heat. But if his eyes are gold that means he's not a normal Alpha" "What do you mean?" "The Golden Alpha, have you ever heard of it? That is the designation of a pack that has the highest level among the other Alphas. Their eyes will turn gold when dealing with their mate, they are the strongest and more sensitive to the scent of their Omega"

"For millennia, the rulers of Rackaham have been fixated on the dream of eternal life, amassing the greatest minds in alchemy within the walls of their palace. Though the fabled elixir of immortality has eluded all, this obsession has fueled a golden age of alchemical discovery. A myriad of potions have been born from this pursuit—some promising longer life, others to fortify the body, and even those to preserve beauty. "However, the most sought-after potions are those crafted for warriors, with names as varied as their effects: Energy Revitalizing Pill, Spirit Strengtheners, Core Fortifiers, each designed to amplify a fighter's Cultivation base or deepen their mystical energy reserves." How

I didn’t touch it yet. “We intercepted news this morning,” he said. “An undocumented mine was discovered two days ago. The samples recovered are pure. Gold. With only 0.2% impurities. This rare white gold has the closest similarities with the lost stone used in the creation of the Abalone Ryn gem.” Now that caught my interest. I leaned back slightly, steepling my fingers. “Location?” He hesitated, exchanging a glance with Man 1. “Spit it out,” I said. My voice, cold like the Antarctic wind, caused the room temperature to drop.

He walked over and stood behind Alys and put it around her neck. “Aiden, I don’t know what to say it’s absolutely gorgeous.” She gently touched her neck where it lay perfectly just above the sternum her eyes sparkling. “It’s made out of platinum, since silver is harmful to wolves. It’s been in our family for a very long time. It originally was made out of gold, but our family had it remade to platinum to increase its longevity. It looks stunning on you.” Aiden trailed his fingers down her neck and across her shoulders leaning down to kiss the spot his mark would go causing tingles and sparks to ignite in them both. Alys moaned quietly leaning back into him.

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.