Novel & Cerita Fantasy Mine

One that I always find fascinating. There, a few feet away from the gate, is a Saint Andrews cross as I move closer. I know who is bound to it. Xena. I move closer to see her wrists, ankles, and torso in chains. These aren’t just any kind of chains these are from a rare mineral that is only found here. It is smelted and forged here and is the strongest mineral on the earth. It is also enchanted to become anything we desire it to be. For example, if I wanted it to be silver and contain wolfsbane to deal with a werewolf, then it becomes it instantly. If I wanted it to be gold to deal with a God, it does it. It’s really amazing stuff.

Actions typical of a monster. * I took one more turn and stopped right in front of a majestic door. I glanced at the iPad in my hands and ascertained that I was at the right place. The door however had a finger, facial and password encryption and somehow, I was curious to know what the password would be. Would it be something casual? Or something that referred to his nature? Or something about... About me? I wasn't hoping for it to be about me, though. I certainly wasn't hoping so but I carefully punched in my birthday anyways.

I don’t know much about the strategic stuff in a war, that was Rune’s line of expertise but with Kane’s reputation and what I’ve seen through the long years, this war has become more than a conquest for power. Our land has one of the rarest items that any pack would kill to obtain—a mine with an abundance of mythril. It’s a stone that’s considered to be one of the strongest ore in the land. It’s used here in crafting the best of our weaponries and priced accessories but it’s never exported in bulk because it’s a precious stone but it’s also a dangerous item if in the wrong hands. It’s an item that can turn the tides of not only war but development in any pack.

He cleared his throat and pointed to a spot on the map away from the main fortress. "Here. The Old Mines. They were abandoned a century ago because the rock was too unstable. They run directly under the Great Tree in the Silverfang Valley. The Silverfangs think the mines are haunted. They don't guard them." "Are they haunted?" Cole asked, leaning against the wall. "By things worse than ghosts," Merek said, appearing in the corner of the room. The other Alphas flinched, but Dominic didn't blink. "The Hunger has been leaking for a long time. The mines are where the shadows are thickest. It will be a hard crawl."

“I understand you have a business proposition for me.” “Yes, I do. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.” Anderson nodded. “You certainly demonstrated your determination earlier. I’ll admit I had never expected a sane person to actually go through with such an obvious deterrent, but I’m impressed.” I felt a flush of embarrassment, but also the tiniest hint of pride. So my display hadn’t been for nothing after all. “Silvermoon Pack has a mine,” I began. “It’s small but productive, yielding high-quality ore that I believe would be of interest to your manufacturing operations.”

Even the exam became unusually easy. In a corner of the Hall of Demonic Smiths stood sixty massive furnaces. At the very center of the main hall hung a golden ancient bell, magically connected to the smaller bells above each furnace. But this was only the main hall—the number of furnaces in the other halls was more than three times the total found elsewhere in the entire tribe. Outside Hel City lay the largest underground mine of the Aesir, rich in silver spiders and diamond spiders, making resources exceptionally abundant. As a result, more than ninety percent of the tribe’s equipment was produced here.

The easiest marks in the world. “Two hundred million dollars. Not a penny less.” Carter blew a smoke ring, tapping the mine’s survey map. “This deposit contains a rare mineral, ‘moonstone.’ It can significantly boost your wolves’ healing abilities. Mr. Damon, I know you’re not short on cash, and this is a strategic asset.” Two hundred million? This was robbery. Damon sat beside me, his face an unreadable mask. But the cold radiating from him had dropped the room temperature to freezing.

Shirt unbuttoned at the collar, jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms dusted with veins. Stop it, Maya. Stop. But I couldn’t. Not when my mind started painting pictures I had no business imagining—me bringing him coffee in the morning, me laughing beside him at charity galas, me wearing his ring— “Maya.” I blinked, snapping out of the fantasy. “Yes?” He studied me, his gaze sharp even in his state. “You look like you’re somewhere else.” “I—No, I was just—” I fumbled for words, heat crawling up my neck.

“Do you know what this house was built on?” Zane didn’t answer. He sensed it wasn’t really a question. “Not marble,” Fyodor continued. “Not oil. Blood. Debt. Sacrifice. And the ability to see a man’s worth before he sees it in himself.” Zane said nothing. Fyodor stopped at a long arched window overlooking the inner gardens, now covered in snow. “My brother thinks he can claim what he could never build. My sons fight in silence, hoping their shadows strike first.” He turned slightly, just enough for Zane to see the side of his face. “But you…”

I sent the coordinates in a second message, then forced myself into my car, driving faster than I’d ever driven in my life, hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough to ache. The city thinned quickly as I approached the industrial district, warehouses growing sparser and more decrepit, the polished glass and steel of downtown giving way to rusted metal and crumbling concrete that hadn’t seen proper maintenance in years. I found the location exactly where the coordinates indicated, a massive shipping warehouse with broken windows and a single door standing slightly ajar, rain beginning to fall steadily now, soaking through my jacket within seconds of stepping out of the car. My phone buz