Fields Of Gold Novels & Stories

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.

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.

One after another and over the hill, an army appeared. Wolves, warriors, pack soldiers. At their front stood Verya, beside her was Abraham, the triplets gamma. “Attack!” Verya's scream echoed across the battlefield. “Kill all rogues! Leave no one alive!!” My eyes widened, my army was collapsing, being slaughtered and then, I heard her voice. “The Golden Dagger...” I jerked my head toward her, she was walking again, slowly, toward me. “The Golden Dagger has another myth.” Each step made the earth tremble as she closed her eyes, fighting against something. My body instinctively moved backward.

" 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.