Fields Of Gold Novels & Stories

Silver’s chest tightened as she looked over the sprawling clearing where her pack had been preparing for weeks. Lanterns swung gently from trees, casting a golden glow over the fields. Long tables were set with silver platters and bowls of bloodfruit, roasted meats, and ceremonial delicacies. The air smelled of smoke, iron, and pine. Excitement and anticipation buzzed like electricity.

I gasped and grabbed my heart. Grayson slammed his palm against the barrier. “Ashen! What’s happening?” “It’s… it’s showing me something,” I choked out. “I—” The library vanished. In its place— A golden field beneath a fractured sky. Three wolves standing side by side— one made of shadow, one made of flame, and one made of gold. The golden one stepped forward. “We were one.” I staggered. “We…?” “You were the one.” The field shattered.

Patience took a leaf her hands were shaking, but she was a mother who had survived sixty years of hell so she took Junes arm and made a long deep cut. The liquid that came out was not red it was thick melted gold, Junes gold blood. As Junes gold blood hit the ground the forest went crazy the trees grew even taller their leaves turned into blades the golden beam from the ship hit the puddle of Junes gold blood on the ground the ship thought the puddle was June. The ship started to pull it was not pulling June it was pulling the forest itself the giant trees were being ripped out of the ground they flew up toward the gold ship like green missiles the forest was fighting back it used Junes gold

“Give me your hand.” Jimmy shyly gave it to him and smiled when he saw how small his hand looked on Taegen's big one. The young man's eyes were wide open, admiring the beauty of nature around them. A great rainbow was standing from the top of a mountain to the top of the other, and there was a golden powder coming down from each colour. He giggled when he saw the king's hair covered with gold. Everything was peaceful until the water shifted to a strange colour. “Not now.” Taegen rolled his eyes.

Luna Joanna falls into step beside Clover, her presence a calming counterpoint to the tension radiating from the men. "Your dress is lovely," she says softly. "The silver threads honour our traditions beautifully." "Thank you, Luna," Clover responds, grateful for the simple kindness after a day of emotional upheaval. She feels her wolf stirring more insistently now, responding to the proximity of the ceremonial grounds where generations of Kirkwood wolves have first shifted.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

It only made the storm inside me worse,. “You think I don’t see through you?” I spat, the words sharp and practised. I needed to remind myself who she was. “Marrying me was just your ticket. Admit it. You got what you wanted: my name and my money. Isn’t that what gold diggers dream of?” I watched for the flinch,. I wanted to see her crumble under the weight of the truth,. Instead, she straightened her spine, her expression shifting from exhaustion to a cold, trembling fury,.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

"But inside here, it's not like out there. We have unlimited fields." "How?" I asked, my mouth full of food. "The gold," he said with a knowing smirk. "It enhances everything around it." "I knew it was odd to have so much gold everywhere." "It's just a light coating on the outside of everything—from the gates surrounding our lands to the wooden posts in our crop fields. Every crystal has a unique quality." He held up his blue coffee mug that reflected the light. "Is that the same blue crystal used in your food supply that deformed most of your pack?"

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.