Gold Rinnegan Novels & Stories

He never let go of my hand. When we got to the forest, the young alpha crouched behind some shrubs and motioned for me to do the same. I followed suit. "Stay here," he ordered. "My horse is on the other side of the forest. I'll get my horse and circle back to you, but you mustn't leave this spot." "I won't leave this spot." I promised, but he shook his head. "No," he said. "Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess."

My beastly counterpart had spent the entirety of our aggressive conversation reeling over the rift that gradually got bigger and bigger between us. “You’re right,” I agreed. “Floor is yours,” I said aloud to her and pulled back. It wasn't until then that I realized how much I was allowing my anger to get the best of me. I looked down and saw scorched indents in the spots where my large hands once were. Her eyes were glossy, as if she was trying to hold back tears. Then Merari quickly shifted her gaze and finally began to speak. “I’ve told you once before, that Dronnigan was the first gold-blood to be turned,” she said. “He most certainly was not the last, however.”

Goldstein was already too far away. It would require some effort to catch up. After thinking about it, Fane decided to give up. The most valuable thing in Chaos City was the golden keys. He had gotten six from this battle, which already satisfied him. If he wasted any more energy chasing Goldstein, it would not be worth it. Thinking about it, he shook his head and returned to the scene of the original battle. At that moment, Rudy was kneeling next to Vicenze, supporting his head on his hand while mumbling something. To not waste any time, Fane rushed over and left Rudy there.

"...time to finish the bloodline." CLICK. The hammer fell. The gun didn't fire. Vane frowned, pulling the trigger again. CLICK. CLICK. Lorrie didn't flinch. She didn't move an inch. Slowly, Lorrie raised her eyes to lock onto Vane's. Her eyes were no longer brown, nor were they silver. They blazed with an absolute, terrifying GOLDEN SUNLIGHT. A burning golden rune—the ancient symbol of the True Sovereign—ignited directly onto Vane's forehead!

Showing them the truth would be the best explanation. She pulled off the earrings she had on her left ear. "This is gold. I know werewolves and many other supernatural creatures cannot even have silver close to them, but sages are different. We can hold gold and use it, and that is why you see me holding onto my favourite jewellery gifted to me by Alpha Aaron. However, when weaponized, it is as deadly as silver on a werewolf.”

But L just seemed to be so good at bickering and Patrice had to control herself from turning into a murderer today. Damn, she would if she has to. “What is the symbol for gold?” She asked L a very easy question about elements. L placed his chin on his palm and pretended to think. “Well isn’t that G-Dragon? You know. I’m the G to the D! Gold and Diamonds boy.” He sang. Patrice sighed and rolled her eyes, losing that tinsy winsy bit of hope in her grasp. “Well, that’s funny.” She said as she flipped the page of the book.

I gave out a small laugh. "I am Sir Rupert Echaveran, Gold Paladin of Nervas Army of Nerinvat." He extended his hand to me, which I received, thinking it was to shake hands. However, he bent down and planted a gentle kiss on my knuckles, making me blink rapidly in shock. "Very nice to meet you, my lady." He straightened his back and let go of my hand. Oh my God. But wait, what does Gold Paladin mean in their ranks?

I let it be the size it was. It was considerable. It was right. He looked at me. His eyes had the gold in them. Not the brief crack of gold from the ceremony hall—the gold that had been losing ground to silver from the moment he stepped forward, the gold that had been retreating before he even spoke. This was the full version. Gold all the way through, warm and settled, his wolf no longer fighting for something it had been trying to reach for eight months. His wolf had arrived. "There it is," I said.

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.