Coins Unscramble Novels & Stories

I pick up the coins and shoot her an inquisitive look. Her accent takes me a moment to decipher when she says, “Throw the coins six times,” shaking her cupped hands to demonstrate. I follow the instructions, although I can’t tell which side is heads and which is tails when they land. She marks down the results on a pad with a cheap ballpoint: a stack of solid and broken lines, like the ones on the mirror frame. After the last toss, she writes the number twenty-one next to it, then quickly dashes out a second stack of lines and the number thirty-eight.

After my sister was born, my mother's love turned into a game decided by a coin toss. Mom had a custom gold coin made: the flower side stood for my sister, and the number side stood for me. For ten years, that coin decided who got the bigger slice of cake, who got a new dress, and even who went to the doctor when we were sick. But the number side never once landed face up. I cried, because none of it was fair, and Mom just looked at me coldly and said, "Your luck is worse than hers. Who are you going to blame for that?" The day my acceptance letter from the elite prep school arrived, all I wanted was a steak cooked by Mom. So I secretly swapped in a rigged coin engraved with a number on both

I raced back to the woods where she had been abducted and sniffed around for clues. “Alpha, come take a look at what we found.” Marcus called out, circling a little silver coin in the middle. The moonlight made it sparkle from where I stood. Without thinking twice, I rushed in taking a sniff of the coin. I carefully scanned it, taking notes of the differences that set it apart from a normal looking coin. “It has to be them,” I growled. “Darkskull bandits,” “They got traces of them everywhere, Alpha,” Marcus replied, staring at a broken knife laying beside a palm tree. “Take a look, they left their blades,”

Inside was a golden coin with an eagle crest and a set of GPS coordinates. No name. No letter. No demands. Just one word engraved along the rim: Concordia. Nathaniel stared at it. “This is real. It’s how they summon potential allies. Or enemies. If you show up at that location, you’re on their playing field.” “And if we don’t?” Grace asked. “Then they’ll keep coming,” Aria replied. “Harder. Bloodier.” Grace held up the coin, its golden sheen catching the sun.

“Show us.” I pulled a vial from my satchel… a thin glass tube filled with pale liquid Eryna had taught me to mix for testing metals. I dipped the rod inside and unscrewed the first jar. The coins inside gleamed bright bold. I lifted one, set it on the floor, and dropped a measure of liquid into it. The droplet sat like water on stone, unmoving. “These are real coins,” I said. “What are you doing?” Cael asked, uneasy.

Declan took the wet bag and it was true that there were lots of gold coins in it. Declan took out the coins, and he could see that on these gold coins, there was a lump the size of a basil seed in the middle. This was a sign deliberately made by them to make transactions with the Rogues bandits. After two failed transactions to track their whereabouts, Luca proposed tracking them using the gold coins they used for transactions elsewhere. “Our coins,” Draco said in a heavy tone. "That means my memory is not wrong that he was the person who hurt Luna at that time," Rio said.

And it looked old, with a strange design etched into its center, what appeared to be three question marks spiraling around a dot . Bobby tilted his hand. The sun glinted off the coin. The etching looked like it was glowing. The thought occurred that maybe these coins were valuable enough to get him some sorely needed cash. He decided in an instant. He tipped the box, dumping the other two coins into his palm. Looking around guiltily, he stuffed them into his jeans front pocket, tossed the box over his right shoulder and left The Pit, heading to clock out. Fuck Old Man Greene, anyway.

I folded piece of paper and tucked it into one of the side pockets in the tunic. I felt something in the pocket I put the paper in. I dipped my hand in further and felt something cool and hard. I covered my hand around one and brought it out to look at it. It was a coin. Some kind of silver coin with a strange marking on them. Kandare was spelt in block letters on the coin and I wondered if this was their own currency. My hand felt a lot more of the coins inside the pocket but I removed my hand, and focused on the task at hand.

It made a soft, fleshy thud, as if it were made of frozen blood rather than metal. "This isn't King’s gold," Kaelen said, his voice tight. He turned the coin over. The weeping eye on the back seemed to blink in the flickering candlelight. "I’ve seen these in the old archives of the North. They call them Obols of the Unspoken. They aren't used to buy bread or steel. They are used to buy time."

Matteo asked, his interest had risen. Organic solid gold, heavy with thick deep inscriptions. Each side of the coin had different faces carved on them. The coin was resting on Matteo's right palm. Lexi had lightly tossed him the coin to check its quality. He was not going to fall for a fixed game. He tossed it back at her and she deftly caught it. Matteo poured himself another glass of brandy and drank while waiting for Lexi's gamble. "You took a good look at the coin I presume, so let's play a game of heads or tail, best one out of one," Lexi continued.