Chain Of Gold Chapter Sampler Novels & Stories

After saying that, Elaine quickly came back to her senses, and she blurted out, “The price of gold seems to be around four hundred dollars. So, this piece is only worth 400,000 dollars...” Charlie then took out another gold bar and stacked it on top of the previous one as he said, “It’s not like he only gave me one piece.” Elaine clapped her hands happily and said, “Oh! There’s more!” Charlie then took out another piece of gold bar, and Elaine grew even more excited. “Oh, my goodness! Three pieces!” Immediately after that... “Oh! Four pieces...” “Oh, my God! There’s more?! This is already the fifth piece, right?”

I had to have shifter heirs. Her anger made me start to fear her. Was she going to betray me? Could she really do that? The dream shifted to a massive room overflowing with gold, jewels, silver weapons, carved alabaster, jade statues, so much treasure I couldn’t focus on any single item. I knelt and placed a small chest of gold coins on the floor. I turned and stepped out, sliding the heavy stone door shut behind me. Beside me, an ancient witch stepped forward, placed a hand on the door, and began chanting, sealing it with magic.

But one section was different—six books placed in descending order by size rather than alphabetical order. I touched the spine of the largest book. Something clicked. The bookshelf swung inward, revealing a narrow passage behind it. "Found it," I called softly. Amon's shadows provided light as we descended stairs that had been carved directly from the cavern rock. The air grew colder as we went deeper, until I could see my breath. The passage opened into a chamber that made my breath catch. It was a shrine. The walls were covered with documents, photographs, genealogy charts. All relating to House Gold. I saw names I recognized from the archives—Elara Chavez, the woman who'd written the lett

Turning the tap on, I rinsed it off, before applying some washing-up soap to it and giving it a good scrub with the sponge. Once I had scrubbed it thoroughly and rinsed it off with warm water, I looked at the chain in hand. My breath hitched; I wasn’t holding just a rusty, dull trinket. I didn’t need to take this to a jeweller for confirmation that I was holding a precious stone in my hand. Something worth far more than a few gold coins. The jewel in the centre that had looked a dull brown under the layers of grime and dirt now dazzled a gorgeous burning amber. I ran my fingers along the chain, where it had once looked grey and dirty, it now shone a pale gold.

“Back up. Tell me how it started with Chain. You stayed out of loyalty, even when things turned bad?” “Yeah.” She took a shaky breath. “We were out in the fields, prepping crops for winter storage. Chain strolled in holding this heavy silver chain, links thick and twisted. One of the guys, Gus, was messing around, lightening the mood with some laughs. Chain went straight to him, said no one wasted time joking on his watch.” The scene played vivid in her mind; she rubbed her arms instinctively. “He swung that chain like a lash. I waited for his wolf to surge up and stop him but nothing. He’d figured it out.”

“I will always love you. And Daddy loves you too. So, so much. You don’t have to go. I can—” “But Mama,” the girl interrupted softly, “I saw this in my dream. I know I have to go with them. It’s okay.” She cupped Samantha’s face with her tiny hands. Samantha, tears falling freely now, unclasped the golden chain from around her neck—a single charm dangling from it—and fastened it around her daughter’s. She kissed the girl’s forehead. The old man stepped closer and lifted the child into his arms. “So much power in such a little body,” he murmured, transfixed by her eyes.

One by one. Thousands of them. The mountain trembled. Then the gigantic door slowly opened. A blast of freezing air rushed outward. The chamber beyond was enormous. Larger than the underground city itself. I stared in stunned silence. The cavern stretched beyond sight. An entire world hidden beneath the mountain. At its center stood a throne. A colossal throne forged from silver metal. And wrapped around it— A chain. One chain. The largest chain I had ever seen. Its links were bigger than houses. Silver fire flowed across its surface.

Samuel says standing from the couch and striding over to my desk. I lay my papers aside as I wait for him to continue. He reaches deep into his pocket and drags out a long silver chain. I swallow hard when I see the bloodstains on what I recognize as Ali’s necklace. The very necklace that kept her scent hidden from me. He swings it over and onto my desk, and it lands with a clunk right before my hand. I want to snatch it up and hold it close, but I’m not sure I can reach out without shaking hands. I glance up at Samuel, keeping my emotions hidden. He has a ghost of a smile on his face, as if he is a cat presenting a dead mouse to its master, waiting for its praise.

The sound had been very loud, and it did not sound anything like normal paper bills or even the coins that were used to give out change. “What could be in there?” she asked, and from the grin on Vivian's face, she would not get the full effect unless she opened it up herself. The dirty sack had been tied in place by vines, and she borrowed a dagger from Vivian to cut through the thick ropes. When she did, the sides of the sack fell down, and Sam saw that there were full bars of gold. Astonished, she lifted one and realized that it wasn't false, at least not from that weight.

She follows his gaze. At the end of the passage, where the soft glow pools into a shape that is almost a room, something waits. It has no form yet, but it is taking one, and the shape it is taking is hers. The same shoulders. The same shadow. The same grief written across features that are still becoming solid. And around its neck, glinting in the half-light, hangs a golden chain threaded with cowries that shift like oil on water. The Chain of Return. But it is not alone.