Novel & Cerita Fields Of Gold

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

The Weapon of the First King Golden leaves fell from the heavens. Thousands of them. Maybe millions. Nobody knew. Nobody could count. The entire battlefield had become a storm of gold. Beautiful. Terrifying. Impossible. The leaves drifted through the broken sky. Across the shattered mountains. Across the armies gathered below. And everywhere they touched— people felt it. Hope. Real hope. The kind that hadn't existed in ten thousand years. Then the horror stopped moving. Immediately. Its massive eyes followed the falling leaves.

Win or lose, as long as they see a good show, and there was no need to stop the game. Ferdinand’s eyes flickered from one head to the other, but he jumped down from the table. “Very well then,” He said, “Let the game of cards begin.” “Yeah,” Gareth nodded before he walked towards Ferdinand. The men yelled over the voice of Ferdinand and Gareth as they took their seats. ‘Bloody elites.’ Bola grumbled and took his attention back to his drink. If these me knew how long it takes for the Drudge to mine out a single gold from the fields, they would at least appreciate the sacrifice and stop wasting their resources on riotous life.

The colors flickered rapidly. Changing so quickly they almost seemed to merge. A collective gasp swept through the training grounds. Moonstone warriors exchanged horrified looks. They had seen silver eyes before. Moonstone royalty carried them. But gold? Gold belonged elsewhere. Gold belonged to Crescent. Gold belonged to one man. My blood turned cold. "No." The word escaped before I realized I had spoken. Leo cried out. The sound tore straight through my chest. Then it happened. Claws burst from his fingertips. Not Moonstone claws.

“Wow! Waliaver, maybe you don’t know that in our world, gold can do a lot of things. Gold can be very useful.” “No, Deril. That gold can’t get out of hollymere land. Everything that comes out of the land of hollymere will turn to dust. Except we’re butterflies. Because of the power of light in our wings.” “Umm ... luckily I don’t try to bring anything from your land.” “Never mind Deril, just show the way to your garden!” Queenie ordered. Deril looked here and there. Then he found the path he had made to get to his vineyard. Deril walked in front of everyone.

Or maybe a fairy tale. The estate spread out below us like its own private kingdom. Lush green fields stretched as far as the eye could see, broken up by clusters of perfectly maintained forests and what looked like several small lakes that sparkled in the afternoon sun. There were pastures where horses grazed - not just a few horses, but herds of them, their coats gleaming like silk. "Is that a polo field?" Maya asked, pointing to a perfectly manicured field with white goal posts. "One of three," James confirmed. "Mr. Vincent enjoys the sport."

Duty had a way of calling him back, even when his heart dragged behind like a wounded animal. The wheat fields stretched endlessly before him, a wide golden oceans swaying beneath a clear morning sky. Sunlight glimmered on each stalk, making the fields look like warm fire waves rolling in slow motion. Workers moved all across the land, some bent low with sickles, some tying bundles with rough twine, some lifting heavy sheaves into wooden carts.

Like a river instead of a flash flood. Silver light burst across my skin. Brighter than during training. More intense. I opened my eyes and saw that the entire clearing was bathed in a silver glow radiating from me. Kade stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read. “Beautiful,” he whispered. Then he caught himself. “The power. It’s beautiful.” But he wasn’t looking at the power. He was looking at me. My wolf stirred. “How long can you hold it?” Kade asked.

But who had such horrible strength to make so many Gold Divine Halls fall from the sky in an instant? Only one word could describe such power— Immortal! Only immortals had this kind of strength. The Gold Divine Halls were hundreds of meters high and were completely golden, shining with dazzling brilliance. The footstones were 20 meters high and their surfaces were engraved with patterns of all kinds of creatures fighting. Gold statues of gods were standing around the footstones of the divine halls, holding the domes of the divine halls with their shoulders. Each of the statues of gods seemed to be alive, and the surface of their bodies was surrounded by a kind of crushing pressure.