Gilded Series Novels & Stories

Kolby Crimson may not be a were-cat, but he will feel my discontent through the bond, and it will only add to his and make him worry. I reach my room, where I shower and redress in my usual cargo pants and tank, forgoing shoes as I set out to find my mate, intent to talk with him and hash out the problems and concerns that are plaguing us both. I’m stopped by Gillian when we run into each other on the stairs, she is coming up as I head own them, “Hey,” Gillian smiles, “You and crimson received an invitation to the New Moon Kingdom, it looks pretty fancy and official.” She beams. “I left them both on your desk.”

Griffin's eyes landed on the chain around my neck. "If that's silver you'll want to remove it before the change. Silver burns werewolves," he informed me. I lifted the chain and my old wedding ring and frowned. I guessed this was it. I was about to unclasp it when I yelped at the burning sensation in my fingertips. I tucked my shirt up under the necklace on my chest and looked helplessly at Griffin. With his yellow eyes looking stern, he grabbed the ring and broke the chain from around my neck, and laid the jewelry on a shelf. I looked worriedly at the hand he was waving. I reached for it and could see the imprint of my ring burnt into his flesh. I ran my thumb softly over it and he pulled h

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

The fortress, known in the Architect’s journals as the Gilded Cage, sat perched on a precipice like a predator waiting for the world to die. Inside the primary suite, the fire in the hearth was the only thing that wasn't cold. Dante stood by the stone mantle, his silhouette flickering against the walls. He was still bandaged from the Prague fire, a physical manifestation of the ruin they had shared. In his hand, he held the Red Box—the heavy, lacquered chest that had been the ghost haunting the St. Claire family for three generations.

Money removed curiosity, I had power now and I could control things … I stepped onto the pavement and straightened slowly. The Gilded Cage loomed ahead, its bronze doors reflecting the city lights in distorted streaks of gold. From the outside it resembled a high-end private club. Those who mattered knew it was the city’s most exclusive underground gambling den. I adjusted the charcoal-grey silk trench coat draped over my tailored black suit. The fabric sat perfectly against my frame, structured and deliberate. My hair, once soft waves that framed a softer woman, was pulled back into a precise low bun, not a strand out of place.

My own voice rang out, sounding like a thousand bells in a clinical room. I didn't move toward my son as a warrior. I moved toward him as a Warning. I stood on the quicksilver floor, my bare feet leaving prints of Black-Emerald-Gold Dirt that refused to be polished. I wasn't fighting the Heir; I was Invalidating the Inheritance. "The Gilded Deletion isn't a secret, Leo! It’s a Spoiler-Alert for Cowards!" I cried out. "The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to stay Ugly for the People who love your Scars!".

But for Lucas Valeriano, it was simply just another ordinary day, or perhaps even just another perfect excuse and opportunity to host another grand party, gather influential people, and show off his wealth and power to everyone. The whole mansion was beautifully decorated, filled with expensive flowers, bright lights, luxurious music, and crowded with hundreds of wealthy, high‑class guests chatting, laughing, and drinking happily everywhere. I stood near the main entrance wearing the most expensive, stunning white silk gown, wearing precious diamonds he had gifted me earlier that afternoon, smiling politely and elegantly at everyone who came to greet and congratulate us. Everyone praised me

She took her wedding ring, a cheap silver band Julian had picked out in five minutes, and dropped it down the drain. The next night, the Gilded Academy was glowing. Every rich student was there, wearing clothes that cost more than a house. Julian stood on the stage with a microphone. Bianca was tucked under his arm, wearing a sparkling red dress. She looked like she had already won. "Everyone, listen up!" Julian called out. The room went quiet. "Tonight is about the future. And in my future, there is no room for shadows. I am officially announcing my divorce from Ivy Thorne. She was never one of us, and today, she is finally gone."

"Get the money first. Then we’ll pick a fight and force her to sign the divorce papers." "What about those gold bangles?" Rosalie suddenly asked. "From the look of them, even if you said they’re fake, what if they’re real? Should we get them checked?" "Checked for what?" Diana scoffed. "With how poor she looks, could she afford the real thing? I already looked. The clasp is worn. Definitely gold-plated junk. Keeping them is just taking up space. When the divorce happens, we’ll toss them back to her as bus fare so she can’t say we took advantage of her."