Novel & Cerita Fields Of Gold

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.

I let out a short laugh and dropped the brooch onto the table with a sharp click. “Mr. Collins, why don’t you explain? The real ‘Heart of the Ocean’ should have a laser-engraved serial number inside the clasp. And at the base of the gemstone, there’s a microchip so small you’d need at least a twenty-times magnifier to see it.” With every word, his face grew paler. Lily’s expression cracked, panic creeping through the carefully maintained innocence. She turned toward Victoria, but even Victoria looked uncertain now. I straightened slowly.

"They’ve activated a Null-Field, Elara. It’s a sensory-deprivation frequency. It doesn't just block sound; it confuses the brain’s ability to perceive light and touch. To the world, we’ll look like we’re walking into a void." I gripped the golden-fiber key Baba Tunde had given me. My arm was a frantic thrum of heat, the "Gold" in my marrow reacting to the "Null-Field" like an antibody attacking a virus. "I can see the path, Julian," I murmured. "The field... it’s purple to me. Like a thick mist. But the 'Gold' is cutting right through it." We stepped into the main foyer. Instantly, the world vanished. The sounds of the Lagos crickets, the distant hum of generators, and even the sound of my o

I was standing in front of a field. Not just any other field, but the field that was next to the abandoned Amusement park in Caveat City. Golden wheat plants danced in the wind as the sun inched towards the horizon in the distance, plunging the entire world into a gentle, golden hour.

I sit back against my heels and just stay this way. It is a moment needed. I have missed this feeling. Stuck between dark hallways with candlelight, the open fields are simply a paradise. What's even better is—my eyes open, staring down at the flowers in my hand. I take a breath out, looking farther out in the large fields where endless flowers Bloom. Paradise. This is probably the closest the Night Court has to it. The slaves are picking bouquets, filling up baskets and baskets. The Far Fields are flower fields.

My legs were already moving, cutting across the field faster than I ever ran in my life, heart screaming louder than any horn had. I wasn't going to make it in time. I could see that with brutal clarity even as I ran,the distance too far, Sage's attention locked on the wolf in front of her, the blade behind her already arcing down toward her exposed throat. My hands shot out on pure instinct, desperate, screaming need overriding the control Halric had spent two mornings teaching me. Gold light exploded from my palms.

" Yes, Ma'am. " " I want to know in which field Mr.Eric Gold is concentrating on and his educational background. " " Sure, Ma'am. The field is medical. " " Medical? " I repeated her words. " Yes, Ma'am. " " ok. " I hung up the call and began to tap the phone on my temple. when I looked at Clara. She was astonished to see me. " What Clara? " I asked her. " Were you talking about Mr.Gold, I mean Mr.Eric Gold? " she asked me like a small three-year-old child jumping in enthusiastically.

Chapter 81 The Werewolf Realm. The Battlefield The smell of blood and the stench of rotten flesh could be perceived on the battlefield. The Goldren fought beautifully. On the battlefield, their gold and red bodies moved elegantly. Queen Erin was not fighting. She was not on the battlefield, but nevertheless the races joined hands together to fight against the demons. In the middle of the battle, a Goldren could be seen slashing a demon’s wing. The Goldren said, “And I thought you were strong. I sincerely hoped I would find some thrill. Weak—that’s what you are.”

I let it be the size it was. It was considerable. It was right. He looked at me. His eyes had the gold in them. Not the brief crack of gold from the ceremony hall—the gold that had been losing ground to silver from the moment he stepped forward, the gold that had been retreating before he even spoke. This was the full version. Gold all the way through, warm and settled, his wolf no longer fighting for something it had been trying to reach for eight months. His wolf had arrived. "There it is," I said.

I pushed the door open, and the noise inside the room came to an abrupt halt. Seeing my pale face, Claire Musk looked annoyed. "So what if I didn't give you thirty dollars? Who are you trying to scare with that expression, like you're attending a funeral? You're just like those gold-diggers—reeking of greed and utterly vulgar!" Hearing these insults with my own ears, I felt nothing at all. Not anger. Not sorrow. Not even disappointment. When Claire walked toward me, I calmly took a step back—avoiding the nauseating scent clinging to her, a mixture that clearly belonged to another man.