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."

Right there and then, I wanted nothing more than to turn around on the horse and mark him as my mate. "Look sharp, we're already home." Alexander said suddenly, startling me a bit. I pulled myself from my naughty thoughts and looked around: the grassy plains we'd been crossing was giving way to a settlement now. Houses sprang up along the dirt road we were crossing—small, homely houses with female wolves doing their washing at the back and little wolves playing at the front. Immediately Alexander's horse walked in, they all chanted: "Alpha! Alpha!" I watched as Alexander waved to his people with a smile. I looked around, catching a few stares thrown my way. Some were curious, others were pla

I squeeze my thighs against Vanda as he rises, relieved to feel stable. "Looks like you’re all set," Kevin calls. "Should take about three hours—I’ll mark it in the books." With that, Vanda takes the lead. Serena runs between him and one of the guards, while the second guard keeps pace on Vanda’s left. We fall into a V-formation, much like birds in flight, and from my higher perch, I keep an eye on Serena. --- Gold’s territory lies northeast, nestled against towering gray mountains with white-capped peaks. Their long, straight ridges glow under the afternoon sun. The trees thin out, spreading to either side of the territory, offering a perfect view of the range.

The stadium was packed. Goldcliff’s field stretched wide and imposing beneath us, their emblem, an aggressive golden wolf with sharp, bared fangs, plastered across banners, flags, and even painted on the ground itself. Their side of the stands was overwhelming, a sea of gold, roaring with energy that felt almost suffocating. Even before we had stepped off the bus, I had felt the hostility. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, a group of Goldcliff students had rushed toward the bus, spraying water against the windows, laughing and shouting until security chased them off.

The Silver-Lily fields were a place of deceptive beauty. Normally, they glowed with a soft, bioluminescent white under the moon, but under the violet sky, they looked like a sea of bruised flesh. The scent of the lilies was heavy and sweet, designed to dull the senses of predators, making it the perfect hunting ground for those who didn't breathe. Lyra landed in the center of the field, the tall stalks of the lilies brushing against her waist. She was alone—intentionally. Nyx and the Shadow Claws were positioned in the tree-line, ready to close the circle once the rats emerged from the holes.

POV EMMA BELLE The grass of Aurum was not green. It was a shimmering, metallic gold that rippled in the wind like the surface of a sun-drenched lake. These were not mere plants; they were biological conductors, each blade vibrating with the "Hex-Resonance" we had established.

Staring into her end, it almost seemed as if she welcomed it. *** Gold. The moment before impact, Harriet’s eyes shone in gold, and suddenly, she could see the battlefield again. BLAAAAAAAAAAST! BLARRR! *** Her sight did not return, no. But it was exchanged with someone else’s sight and point of view. ---- Note: