Golden Cucumber Novels & Stories

For all she knew, she’d choose to save him, give him the gem, and everything would work out in the end just exactly how Slate wanted it to. “Not that there’s even any guarantee he’ll choose to attack right away,” she mumbled to herself. Her voice echoed around the large bathing chamber, which was constructed mostly of stone in a light tan color and lit by dozens of white tapered candles in golden stands and candelabras. It was beautiful. But it wasn’t home, and that’s where she wished she was at the moment. While she was glad that she’d made the decision to chase down the dragon so that she could discover the truth about Gavin, she wasn’t happy that she was now a prisoner here, and the last

He said as he spun on his heels making his way towards the palace. When walking through the massive doors entering the palace Christopher couldn't help but take in and admire the view. He had seen multiple different castles and palaces, but this one put every single one to shame. Every pillar, every wall was engraved in golden murals, in the designs the eyes of the depictions were gems, the sun was hundreds of large Topaz, the stars in it were hundreds of diamonds... It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, there was even another metal that looked much like aqua but was considered one of the rarest metals emblazoned into the more decadent designs.

"There is a spell in each one of these petals, a curse in each thorn, and salvation in the rosy hips' fruits. To you, my garden, my life. May it bear us fruit." "There's so many colors!" I gasped at the rainbow of florid blooms, taking my whale ivory dagger to a blue rose. "May I take a clipping, as a - as a keepsake?" Gullinkambi pecked at the dirt, an otherworldly cerulean worm at his beak which he gulped down, delighted, then shuffled on his blazing chicken legs and let loose a cock-a-doodle-doo.

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

“In Fae. The herb is actually named after the Fae word, not the reverse.” “Yes, though I didn’t know that until the good-witch told me,” I looked up at him and smiled. “Though, apparently, it normally means little dragon and from the indication of this cavern, this dragon is not little.” “The Elvish word for golden is lyt etel,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. “Seers,” he added with a tone of disgust. “They all seem to hold aspirations to be word smiths. What else did they say?”

Rhae darted through alleyways, making her way upstairs between two houses. Soon she reached the open air, a small hill with one Akiara tree. The tree held golden Akihyra, translating to ‘Sun fruit’, forever in abundance no matter how many were taken. An Anera bush, ‘Sin flower’, grew from the base of the tree circling around it.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

The pale faced man inquired with surprise showing on his once expressionless face. One has to know that the golden dew from the yellow lotus is a rare substance, and is only used in a very critical case of soul dissipation. Besides that, not every one can get their hands On it. If it's being used, then whoever was going to be on the receiving end had to be in grave danger

She asks moving to a table with lace panties on it. Incredible. “Mmmm. He smells good. Like...” I pause, trying to think of how to explain it. “Burning cedar wood mixed with a seductive musk. It’s like the perfect scent that screams pure man.” Pure Lucifer. I wish I could bottle his scent up so I could smell it whenever I wanted like a creeper. “Oh my god, Anna!” Gwen squeals. “You are so smiling when you think about him!”

The unguarded supply corridors. The exposed third capital. Understanding flickered in his eyes. Cassian laughed suddenly. “Oh,” he said. “Oh that’s cruel.” Nyx tapped the console. Their alliance surged across the board in a new direction. Straight toward the undefended capital. The room exploded in noise. Halvern’s eyes gleamed faintly. The third capital fell twenty seconds later. Victory. The timer froze. Silence crashed over the chamber. Nyx stretched her arms casually. “Well,” she said. “That was fun.” Cassian leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “You weaponized patience.” Talbot nodded slowly.