El Dorado Novel Novels & Stories

The pages were full of everything I had lived through, worded and reworded, stitched into something that looked like fiction but was anything but. The sunset bled gold across the skyline. That color always stopped me—the rich burn of it, warm and bright and endless. Because no matter how far I went, no matter how many years passed, that shade of gold was the same that had once torn through the skies of Dramador. The same gold that had roared from my hands. The same gold that had saved lives… and ended one that mattered more than I ever admitted out loud. Carter.

I ducked and started walking. From the echoes and Cindy's white light, I knew they followed. "It's hot in here," Dorian muttered. I didn't respond. He would understand why soon enough. As we got closer to the dragon's chamber, I noticed Abernathy's golden body, his golden scales gleaming like heaps of gold coins. The dragon hadn't changed at all. I stood, straightening my spine as a sense of deja vu tingled through my chest, and spread up and down my arms.

Dora smiled warmly and handed me the old book, saying, "Your mother would have wanted you to have it. It's time for you to know the truth about your past." Different emotions ran through my blood as I looked at the journal, belonging to a woman I barely knew. I opened the worn pages of the journal. Inside, I found detailed accounts of her life, spells, and magical discoveries. The pages were filled with sketches, incantations, and notes. “Thank you,” I said as I put it into my bag. I stepped out of my chamber and was relieved to see Troy and Antonio waiting for me just as they had promised. Troy pulled him into his arms and hugged me tightly

I shouted, "Davon, don't let go, okay? You're going to be free!" But the gold dust hovered on us and covered Davon's body, dragging him back in. The energy was so strong that it also pulled us. "Mia, let go!" Theo yelled. When I almost reach the notebook, Davon let go of my hand—staring at me with pleading eyes. "Mia!" Davon screamed as the notebook swallowed him in. The notebook floated again. Glowing like fire, the gold dust circled it, creating a whirlwind until all the pages reverted. It fell on the floor and returned to its usual form as if nothing had happened.

“We’ll come with you. But keep your swords and fangs where we can see them.” Charlie nodded. “Deal. Dor? Lead the way.” Dor unfolded from his boulder, stood still with his eyes closed for a moment, and then reached out his hand, curling and turning it as if he were opening a doorknob, even though there was nothing there. Except there was. I saw it first with my magical sense, a faint ripple and twist in the fabric of mundane reality; then it became visible to my eyes, a crack of emptiness like someone had drawn across the world in front of me with a black marker. The gap widened until it was big enough to walk through. Unless you were Ian — then you’d need to turn sideways. I still didn’t kn

Dora gets instant treatment, including a blood transfusion, because her loss of blood was severe, and oxygen is also supplied because fewer blood cells mean less oxygen is being delivered to the brain and heart. After some time, he walks up to me and tells me, “Your Dora would be fine, she just needs some rest. Also, I added ‘accident’ to her file because I couldn’t possibly write that she joined a devilish cult called Umbra to avenge her father’s death and kill his killer, who is, by the way, her sugar daddy, and almost lost her life in the process. Ridiculous innit?” “Shut up,” I retort, walking past him. “And I’m not her sugar daddy.”