Chains Of Gold Book Novels & Stories

I shivered as his breath floated across my ear. Dinner had been amazing, and I was amazed that Dylan was able to reserve a table at that restaurant. I know for a fact that there is at least a three or four month waiting list to get a table there. The food was delicious, making me want to come back as soon as we could. I couldn’t stop staring at my ring. I had a feeling that he was up to something, but I was not expecting this. The ring is gorgeous. The center stone is a large four carat tear drop shaped sapphire with diamonds that decrease in size as they circle the band. The band is rose gold and fits my finger perfectly. I was jolted from staring at the ring when the car stopped.

The room tautened. Finally, one of them spoke. "Alpha… golden chains… they are for the gods." Vladimir smiled. A sinuous, wicked curl of lip. "Indeed so." Golden chains were not just metal. They were built in starfire, imbued with magic that drew power, ground spirit. They had held legend creatures— beasts that could never be domesticated.

And then, I found three different books, one was pitch color, another was burnt orange, and the last one was pure silver. I stared at the three books on the desk affectionately. If I had the time, I would have picked the three up by reading them all, but I must return back to my room before Talon’s arrival if I was not ready to witness his wrath again. My eyes shunned on the pure silver book. It looked extraordinary and unique. There was something attractive about it—maybe the color or the context. As I picked up the silver book, a chill ran down my spine. The pages were filled with cryptic messages and eerie illustrations. But one passage in particular caught my attention.

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

She had a mysterious look on her face, like she was about to say something important. My stomach knotted. I already knew that she was going to talk about the system binding. Sure enough, she started speaking with what looked like guilt, and her eyes even turned red. "Lauren, there's something I have to confess to you. Last night I accidentally bonded with a love system.

“Then we take what’s left and sell it back to Lucien—at a price he’ll never pay.” - - - At sunrise, Ciro entered the data room with a hard drive in hand. He handed it to Dell. “Lucien’s trade shadow.” Dell’s eyes lit up. “Where’d you get this?” “Adriana gave it to me months ago. I only just cracked the encryption.” Dell loaded the drive. As files flickered to life, he whistled low. “Ten hidden corridors. Three backup smuggling lanes. This is gold.” “Move carefully,” Ciro said. “He’ll be watching.”

Ashen reached inward. The warmth expanded— gold, soft, steady. Then— shadow to the left, flame to the right, gold in the center. Ashen inhaled and whispered, “Merge.” The chamber erupted with light. Shadow spun into flame. Flame wove into gold. Gold pulled them into alignment. Ashen screamed— not in pain, but in overwhelming force— and the entire library shook. I roared his name. “ASHEN!” He looked up at me— eyes blazing gold, not with possession but with identity.

“Of what you’ll become when all of this ends.” The next morning, a package arrived. Wrapped in crimson velvet. I unboxed it in the drawing room. Inside: a ring. Black stone. Encased in gold shaped like thorns. And a note. “Queens don’t kneel. They bleed.” – Eryx I threw the box across the room. Lucien caught it before it hit the floor. His eyes were full of something cold. “He’s trying to claim you.” I lifted my chin. “Then let’s remind him who I am.”

Even five elements would kill someone. My eyes landed on a large silver book. I pulled the book out and there was a rumbling in the shelf. Pulling the book revealed a secret compartment. I reached in and pulled out two gold books. I opened them to see familiar writing. It was my great grandfather's writing. I recognized his overdramatic G from seeing his signature from the treaty the Wanix and the Luan Pack signed. I dropped to the floor, flipping through the pages…