Gold Rinnegan Novels & Stories

Already tired of the exchange and ready to get on with it, Rhye reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small bag of coins. “You’ll take golden coins, I presume.” He tossed the bag at a sputtering beast, who had undoubtedly expected some form of human currency. The man’s mouth dropped open as he dumped the contents into his palm, the excess coins falling to chime against the dock. The pure-gold currency was embossed with the council crest and worth far more than the magical dust. “I believe that’s a generous offer,” he said flatly, watching the beast scramble for the fallen coins, tucking them all back into the black bag and holding it close.

he rumbled down at me, that sexy as hell grin still on his face Fuck. Why are my panties getting wet? But Hell! He is one fucking looker. With that dark, soft looking curly hair and that pierced nose….. Why do I have a weakness for guys with piercings, especially tongue piercings. Tell me he doesn’t have a tongue piercing? Slowly I watched him lick his rosy lips, almost passing out when I caught a glimpse of silver. Fuck he does have a tongue piercing. I wonder how that would feel on my clit…..

The loudness outside was already pulsing as we stepped into the Roman night. After 30 minutes we were inside the club, and the club didn’t just glow, it commanded. Gold-accented walls-, low amber llighting-, andvelvet ropes separating worlds within worlds,. This wasn’t the kind of place you wandered into by accident,. It was curated,. Exclusive,. The kind of club where money didn’t shout—it hummed quietly in tailored suits and diamond watches,. Andrea leaned in close as the bass vibrated through my ribs,. “Welcome to one of Rome’s worst-kept secrets,.”

Hmm… now if there ever were a cocky angel, this would be the one. Shoulder length sandy brown hair with gold highlights and straight pointy nose. Piercing grey eyes that could effortlessly reflect your soul; a strong square jaw. Provocative lips with a smirk permanently plastered to his face. Muscles that could rival the god Aries himself. Yes, he was real and damn hot too. His skin is naturally golden. His wings could have been dipped in gold between them laid Ronin's bow. His bow and quiver matching his wings. Echonaian prayers engraving the bow. Pretty boy Ronin.

“Just one clause. If I sign this, I want it stated that the pack owes me nothing, but I also owe the pack nothing. No debts, no obligations, no ties. We’re completely separate.” Alpha Steele considered this. “Fine. That’s acceptable.” He called in his assistant, who added the clause and printed a new version. I read it carefully, making sure there were no hidden traps, then signed my name at the bottom. Aria Silvermoon. The name my parents had given me, not knowing it would become a cage. “You’ll receive your payment at the border,” Alpha Steele said, dismissing me with a wave. “Guards will escort you back.” “Wait,” Damien said suddenly. Both his father and I looked at him in surprise. “I wa

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

Leonardo clicks his tongue and mutters under his breath, “Can’t believe I lost to this. How embarrassing.” “The man in orange is bad, Goldie. You need to punish him, or else,” The voice from the speaker says in a reprimanding manner, almost like scolding a child. Goldie groans. He staggers as he tries to stand up straight. Leonardo watches him with his guard up, steadily walking backwards. He wasn’t sure what they were planning with Goldie, but it does not look appealing.

The moment Riven bursts into the clearing, the air changes. A violent growl rips from his chest, deep and feral, shaking the leaves around us. His eyes—normally silver—are now a blazing molten gold. He shifts his weight forward, shoulders broadening, claws half-formed. He’s seconds away from losing control. And Kael, standing beside me, doesn’t back down. He steps forward, bare-chested and unarmed, though power radiates from him like heat from scorched metal.

THE BOSS FIGHT They reached the massive golden doors of the Inner Sanctum. Ren checked his ammo counters. "This is it. Grand Treasurer Midas. He’s a Level 35 Elite. Watch out for his 'Gold Coin Shower' attack—it does massive Area of Effect damage." "Ready?" Ren asked. "Born ready," Tank said, reloading his minigun. "Let's rob this guy," Jinx grinned. They pushed the doors open. Inside, the room was a cavern of wealth. Piles of gold bars stacked to the ceiling. Chests overflowing with jewels. And in the center, sitting on a throne of solid platinum, was the boss.