Romans & histoires Gilded Series

Because he wasn't this way a few moments ago when we had arrived at the hospital. We pulled up to a place called The Gilded Talon. It was a five-star spot that screamed old money and power. When we stepped inside, I almost lost my breath. The ceiling was draped in gold-leaf moldings, and massive crystal chandeliers hung down like frozen rain, casting a warm, shimmering glow over everything. The floors were polished white marble, and the walls were lined with velvet curtains the color of deep wine. It was beautiful, but it felt like a cage—a very expensive, very shiny cage.

Xiamond’s shadow—her million-follower smile, her polished cameo at The Gilded Spoon—made me feel small, a waitress with calloused hands and a thrift-store purse, out of place in Justin’s billionaire world of glass towers and private jets. The Gilded Spoon was a pulsing hive when I pushed through the heavy oak doors, its chandeliers dripping prisms of light over mahogany tables draped in crisp linens, silver glinting in the candle glow. The air was thick with garlic-roasted vegetables, seared steak, and the oaky bite of red wine, teasing my senses. Conversations hummed—deals sealed over clinking glasses, first dates unfolding with nervous laughter. I tied my black apron, the frayed fabric hug

It wasn't just gold or silver, something sharper, bitter was hiding beneath “Something’s wrong,” I whispered, “Can you smell it?” Liam inhaled. “To me, it’s just metal and dust.” I crossed the room, my eyes drawn to the far wall. Two shelves stretched opposite one another, each lined with rows of blue jars. Coins piled neatly in them, identical in size. To an ordinary eye, no difference. But one shelf’s jars were marked with Pine Shadows sigil pressed in wax, while the other bore only a faint, crooked scratch across the seal. The arrangement was too precise, too deliberate: one stream mirrored the other.

"If you hadn't arranged my faked death and escape, I would have..." "Rise," he helped me up. "Your mother died trying to find you. You are my only granddaughter, the last heir of the Moonlight bloodline. I would never allow you to die at the hands of those fools." "You saw what happened in North America?" "I did," a flicker of satisfaction crossed Aldric's eyes. "That Kael boy finally did one thing right, even if it was too late." "It's time for you to reclaim your true power," he said seriously. "Three years of Silver Dust suppression have done great harm to your wolf. If we wait any longer, even our ancient rituals won't be able to fully heal you."

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

he asks through gritted teeth trying to stay calm but failing miserably. I exhale slowly and try to calm myself. “There was a lot of things that happened but the main thing they did was inject me with different concoctions. It usually persisted of silver, wolfsbane and mistletoe. The concoctions would knock me out for a few days, but they would wake me through burning me with different things or beating the shir out of me. There were other methods they used that I am not comfortable enough to discuss with you all. They branded me as you guys saw and burned me with a metal rod. They would put silver powder on my wounds that’s why it left scars, but it also prevented the wounds from closing, s

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.

As we walked from the cold, empty room to the fully furnished room, I couldn't help but admit to myself what a marvel the environment was. From the greenery to the tall buildings to guards wearing uniforms to people going all around and loking at me like an object of fascination, just as I was looking at them, to the amazing architectural ways the place was laid out to the vastness of the place and finally to how much money was thrown into making the place a mansion. Take, for example, how large the library was. "... and this is where your jewelleries are." I heard Giselle finish. I walked to where she stood by a chest that was opened and couldn't stop my jaw from dropping. The chest in ques

Golden heard that his father was someone who believed that men should only use their fists to speak and that training the body was the only way for a man. He had that lifestyle until that night when dark circles appeared under his eyes due to lack of sleep. That was the first time he stayed in the library after midnight, and probably his servants were already rushing to look for him because it wasn't time for a child to be awake. The servants did not pay much attention to Golden since he used to read silently and didn't cause problems, but there was no way they did not realize that he wasn't in his room for so long. That night, however, he felt that he was almost at the point where the Last

Gold hired her as an assistant in her house and gave her so many benefits was because she was trustworthy and a person of good ethics. “Mr Gold and Master Zaha are medical researchers. Mr Gold helps Master Zaha in his medical research, and Mrs Gold is from the Capital. The couple is also the sponsors of several merchants on a trade business in the East Continent…” Molly explained. “Oh, so that's why there are foreigners from the East here. How uncivilized, that boy had dared to block the door when I was about to meet you! He really has no manners!” said Abby annoyed. But Molly sighed softly with an uncomfortable look on her face. In that situation, it was clear that Abby was the one being ru