Dark Deception Gold Watchers Novels & Stories

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

"Last year, you gave my father this bracelet. You said it was sterling silver and cost a lot. It wasn’t. It was industrial scrap metal. The lead content was dangerously high. My father wore it for less than three days before his wrist started reacting. He needed treatment for half a month. "He hid it from me so I wouldn’t feel caught in the middle. He even told me to treat you well. You gave him something toxic and still had the nerve to call my real gold fake?" My voice dropped colder with every word. "Diana, Drake, your hearts are darker than that metal." Diana stood there, speechless, her face pale. "I… I didn’t mean to…" she muttered weakly. "Save it for the police." I handed the bracele

•|•|• How is it that a soul worth far more than gold, can be consumed for far less than pennies? Beware the devourer, pup, that shadow that hunts. Beware the Black Death that stalks within the darkness. When it calls, do not answer, and do not turn back, though it calls you by name. Do not look. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] The iron doors to the throne room thud closed behind me as if to bar the rest of the world from the cold wrath that stews inside me. Standing in the midst of the large hall alone, the world seems to fall to absolute silence, as if a breath is held.

“Not when there’s a bigger game ahead.” “Salvador isn’t the only one with secrets,” he added. “He’s not the only one trying to destroy the Blackwoods. They have a long line of enemies… and somehow I’m tangled in all of it.” ♠️ BRANDON & GEORGIA ♠️ Brandon watched Georgia laugh as she drank the fifth glass of champagne. “Thank you for being here, Brandon,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You’re like an angel.” “I’m here to help,” he said calmly. “You don’t have to think about Black and his cheating ways.”

“Crystal is a Spiritualist. She would be able to hide herself from anyone easily. And Aurora is a Wraith, a True Spirit. Only Spiritualists and people with strong spirits should be able to see her. The only reason she was so easily visible was because this is the home of the Watchers. There is no way she can be hidden here. But in the World of the Three Great Races, where the Spirit is neglected so ignorantly, no one would see her. She will be unto the World of the Three Great Races as you are to it – invisible.” “I see,” Hildegarde blushed slightly upon hearing Mane’s reply. His reply made her feel silly. For this was no complex answer, and it was something she should have known. Since the

“Boss….oh sorry!” “It’s okay Frank, what is it?” She ran a hand over her face, probably trying to stop the redness, but it wasn’t helping. “We have a problem.” Angel walked to the window and looked over her club, quickly spotting the problem. A drug deal was going down, and by the attire the two boys were in, these weren’t her men. Damian watched her eyes as the golden hue of a lover changed to an almost light brown of anger, the boss coming out.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

Kris was pulling Solana along, but she kept trying to break free. Solana's resistance ceased when her eyes met mine and noticed the watch on my wrist, held by Allison. Kris also glanced in my direction. "Hi, Alton. What a small world," Kris greeted, sporting a smile that I could tell was forced. After a moment, her gaze fell upon my wrist. "That watch suits you," she commented, her eyes then shifting to Allison. "You have excellent taste," she added. Allison smiled upon hearing the compliment. "Thank you," she replied, and then she turned her attention to Solana.

Colton went through the gold debris and just as he suspected, he found a small black chip hidden inside one of the ornaments of the charm bracelet. “What the hell is that?” Jackson said as he took a step closer. “That’s a tracker,” Levi answered, standing right next to him. Colton scoffed and crushed the tracker with his fist. Then he turned around and grabbed a drink from the wet bar. He may look calm right now, but wasn’t. He was burning with rage and fear. The Rothschild brothers were definitely up to something. “Listen, I need you guys to pull up everything you can on Daniel Rothschild,” he said as he turned around, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.

I looked at the forest. The gold-skinned man was standing up. His wound was closing. "The Gold gene doesn't die, Ethan," he laughed. "It just adapts." He pointed behind us. The Silver-Oak estate wasn't burning anymore. It was glowing. "The funeral is over," the Ryder child said. "The harvest is here." A thousands gold-skinned wolves stepped out of the trees. Who is the Architect now, and why is Caleb the only one who can see the truth?