Golden Cucumber Novels & Stories

I ask beginning to feel pretty perplexed from this all, I thought I’d be a hybrid of some odd creature, not some magical make believe creature! “That was also a question that I had so after our meeting with that Alpha, I went off and did some more digging into the berry from the story and you won’t believe it, it’s real.” He says walking back over to the table which held a second book and that suspicious dagger which still worried me for why that was nonchalantly placed there. “The berry is actually called the Golden Capsule and is a special berry known for its healing properties, but for whatever reason, around thirty years ago the royals declared that it was now illegal for anybody to eith

Faced with Dr. Carter's accusations, Elio frowned and replied, "That's because you’re nowhere near good enough!” With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out his golden instruments, attracting everyone's attention. Silver ones were quite common in the world of alternative medicine, but golden ones were much rarer. Elio’s Earth Burrower was even more unique. It had a brown rhinoceros horn for its handle, with the word "Salvation" engraved on it.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

But based on the elf’s expression, he knew it wasn’t available. The female elf scrutinized him from head to foot as if she was disgusted to see him. “Escapes these days are out of control.” She clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Even the normal lemongrass is hard to find. Aren’t you aware that it is a rare spice in Axum? The cultivation process takes a lot of effort since the slaves like you have stopped supplying us. And you’re looking for the golden one? That’s absurd!” She was suddenly grumpy.

Zayne took a good look at what Ralph wants to explain. "This is The Golden V. I created this name because they have specific golden color blood. Each of my survivors had a slightly different color, but they were still a golden one. Am I correct, Miss Athena?" Athena slightly nods to Ralph’s question. She indeed had golden color blood. A blueprint of the Golden V substance starts to form when Ralph presses a button on a small controller in his hand.

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

It's tradition. It's an elaborate victorian crown with emeralds and crystals incrested all over. Across the front are green gems resembling ivy with a prominent giant pear-cut emerald in the middle. The points are all differently shaped emeralds with crystals. It's a beautiful, perfect blend of Silver Moon and me. Our colors combined. "I...I love it!" A single tear drops down my cheek before she comes rushing over, dabbing it off. "Don't cry, sweet girl. So happy you love it. Now let's put it on and show my son why it's such a good thing he came to his senses yesterday."

That desire made Queenie constantly a reproach and a subject of whispers among the palace and citizens. They looked down and smiled in front of Queenie. But sneered and berated behind her. A daughter of the Great King Darian, but work only squander the kingdom’s wealth. Queenie knew that it was pure gold only by a glance and smell. “Try this one!” Deril threw another fruit with a round shape and fiery red color. Queenie caught the fruit quickly. She opened the fruit and found the same gold inside. All the fruits looked delicious outside, but none could be eaten. All the inside fruit was gold. Deril’s stomach sounded. He forgot when the last time he ate was.

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.