Golden Byakugan Novels & Stories

Mason turned to Matthew when he noticed that the talkative was quite and saw him staring and the direction the girls went and traced his friends eyes to the actual person he was staring at and it turned out to be the second brown girl who was Golden's Sister. He hit Matthew on his shoulder and Matthew turned to look at him. " What" Matthew snapped " Don't even think about it man " Mason said shaking his head " Am not thinking about anything" " I know that look on your face you only wear that expression when you find someone you wanna play with" " Am not planning to play with anyone especially not that cutie and she is the dancer I was talking about" Seems like Golden and her sister were gift

So he transformed his initial shape into the golden dragon and attacked Ria vigorously. Mira opened her wings and stood in the middle of Jay and Ria. Ria attacked Jay with her dark powers who was interrupted by Mira. Mira got hit by the attack and fell unconscious to the ground. Akshara rushed to look at the condition of Mira. She was followed by Jay, the Golden Dragon. Jay splayed in anger and used his dragon power to kill Ria. Mira shouted, "Jaysan... Nicoria... No... Stop!"

A single figure emerged. She was tall, her frame strong but graceful, her hair a mane of black threaded with silver. Her eyes glowed bright amber, piercing through Kaelen as if stripping him bare. She wore no armor, only a cloak of fur across her shoulders, and her hands ended in claws that gleamed faintly in the dim light. “You walk dangerous ground, elf,” she said, her voice a growl tempered with authority. Then her gaze shifted to Kaelen, lingering on the faint glow beneath his skin. “And you bring with you the fire.”

I need a weapon and must shift in order to look. The large room I land in has one piece of furniture with four bare walls. I hit gold when I discover the only cabinet holds weapons. I choose a well-balanced long sword with a jeweled handle. Getting it up to the tower room takes a bit of diligence, but I manage by holding it tight in my talons. As an eagle shifter, I have certain abilities greater than an ordinary eagle but not grossly so, and the sword pushes the limits of what I can carry. Once I've lugged it inside, I rest it on the bed and shift.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

“But make no mistake. I will get what I want, and you will do as I say. One way or another, I will get wolfsbane into your system. And if anyone makes too much fuss, then I’ll simply slap a pair of these on you instead. I wouldn’t recommend this option, however, because I’m told it stings terribly.” He laughed as he held out a pair of silver manacles. Ben shuttered at the sight of them, the same reaction any wolf would give at seeing silver. Just then, the girl across the camp snarled as she tried and failed to attack another rogue who was clearly toying with her. “What’s the deal with that girl,” Ben couldn’t help but ask.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Angel nodded her head in agreement; that normally seemed to be their case. “What’s with the yellow highlights?” She looked at the sheet and then up at him, surprised by how many of those there were. “That’s a lot.” “Yeah, those,” he paused, took a deep breath and looked at her, “those are for you.” “For me, what?” “People who dislike you.” She stared at him for a moment and then turned her eyes back to the list, looking over some of them. “Well, as I can see a lot are families, which would be a given. And many who would be sending me death glares, but most would be too stupid to do anything.”

"Don't touch it! It will destroy your hands! Moana!" "Hold still!" I screamed through my gritted teeth, my tears freezing on my cheeks as I pulled against the heavy net. The gold light in my vision flared brighter, blinding me, consuming everything. It wasn't just coming from my eyes anymore; it was erupting from the red burn mark on my chest—the rejection mark. The golden energy traveled down my arms, pouring directly into the silver net. The metal began to glow, not with the cold, toxic white of silver, but with the deep, ancient gold of the sacred bond.