Fields Of Gold Novels & Stories

“As I said before, the Golden Leaf is inside a glass box in a warehouse on the other side of the island. Drago told me once that there are one hundred of his warriors stationed around the warehouse, and three hundred inside the warehouse, guarding the glass box. So that’s four hundred warriors. Now to overcome this, I do not intend on taking them out one by one. There’s seven of us after all. What we are going to do is something that will completely take them by surprise. Our three animals here will simply attack the warriors guarding the warehouse. Rachel, you will be on a cliff which is directly above the warehouse. You will shoot your arrows at the warriors. Zak, your role is very importa

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

As their weapons shine in the light, the hunters approach. I let out a strangled cry, fighting against the restraints, but the silver sapped my strength. From the shadows, figures emerge, hunters, their faces hidden by masks and their movements calculated, and they surround me in a tight circle, their weapons gleaming in the faint sunlight filtering through the trees. “The golden wolf,” one of them murmurs, awe in his voice, “she is even more magnificent than we were told.” The realization came to me in a split second.

“—is not who you say she is. You’re trying to wed her to me under false pretenses. Right Alpha Wylder?” The room was deathly silent. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel my father’s anxiousness radiating through the air. Darius stepped toward me, his eyes narrowing. “They say the Golden Luna is wolfless.” A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. My knees trembled, my hands cold as ice. This was it; my deepest shame, laid bare for all to see. “Alpha Darius—” “Silence.” Darius boomed, cutting my father off yet again before he turned to me with a chilling smile.

Niall asks, fascinated, looking out over the fields of rippling grain as the entire court progresses on behind us, in carriages and on horseback, guards and soldiers flanking us on every side. All precautions, Mahl assured me. He has no true fear. “Gold,” I say, sighing, remembering back to days when I walked with my friend in the fields, our hands brushing soft over the scratchy tufts. “The barley turns most beautiful burnished gold.” My little boy stays quiet and, curious, I peek at his face, bursting into laughter when I see disappointment there. “You don’t want it to turn gold!?” “Purple would be better,” he murmurs, narrowing his eyes, considering.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

Heavier. "What do you want me to tell him?" Morrow asked. "Tell him you need more time to consider." "And then?" "And then do nothing," I said. "Until I tell you otherwise." I ended the call. Set the phone down on the desk. Outside the window Stone City was waking up. The sky was pale grey bleeding slowly into blue. Somewhere beyond the estate walls markets were opening. Buses were filling. The city was performing its daily routine of noise and motion and carefully managed chaos.

It was thanks to Oralie that I was able to go on an A-rank quest. She briefly discussed this mission, going to the border between Gold Desert and Blood Moon to clear the battlefield. There had just been a small war of conflict over the ownership of a newly discovered oil field. That oil field is located between the two packs causing the two packs to compete.

I asked him. “The treasure has become scattered. Retrieve it.” I went into the tunnel and began collecting up the gold. What appeared to be a small scatter was misleading. There was a king’s ransom of coins and gemstones dislodged from the main pile. I gathered the pieces into my skirt. It seemed irreverent to simply pour the coins and stones onto the pile and I kept an eye on the golden-haired man as I did so. He did not look up from his book. The noise of them falling was impressive.