Golden Curse Novels & Stories

That I was to be the pack's historian, so I must take special classes at what they called the Artamas Academy School for the gifted. My first memory of Artamas. I was small, so small. I walked in with Esmerelda holding my hand. We walked into a Library of sorts. It looked old, though, nothing like the library at the packhouse. There was a small blonde-haired boy with the most piercing blue- almost ice-colored eyes. Maybe a year older than me. He was doing a puzzle. Every time he got the piece wrong, he winced as if being shocked. He smiled at me, a smile so bright it took my fear away. This place made me want my mother. She left me. She didn't want me. No one wanted me. That is what they tol

The old feud lingered, unseen but unforgotten. Money was never truly an issue. Over the centuries, I had gathered wealth beyond any human measure, carefully moving it between banks as Britain's currencies shifted, exchanging, concealing, and multiplying it with a patience only immortality could afford. Gold, coins, assets—hidden in safes across the country, untouched and untouchable. If I chose to, I could vanish anywhere and live without ever worrying about the next meal, the next roof, the next danger. Far from the struggles of mortals, my fortune was mine alone, a silent testament to the life I had meticulously built and the independence I refused to surrender.

Once he looks at her, she swirls her fingers around the bottom half of her face. " And pull your mask up." Goldie quickly complies. Katcha returns her attention to the pile of broken phone pieces on her other hand. She looks through the pieces of silver, fishing out her SIM and SD card that miraculously all came out intact. As they neared the building entrance, Katcha quickly stepped toward the garbage bins close by to toss the other scraps. Goldie follows her in a hurry, confused as to where she was heading. Right as she was about to turn to him, she bumps into his chest. Goldie grabs both of her upper arms to prevent her from falling on her back.

The old man shook his head and said, “No.” Hearing this, the final hope in Philip’s heart shattered. However, the old man’s next sentence made Philip hopeful again. He said, “Golden Blood Syndrome, in fact, is the huge potential and energy hidden in the owner's body. If it isn’t released, it’ll destroy the life force of the owner. If we can properly guide the owner to activate the power of the golden blood, the owner's lifespan can be extended, but this method can only extend the lifespan. The ultimate outcome is still death. Unless we can find the Multidew Herb that doesn’t exist in the world, there’s no cure.”

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

Now however, luck had presented them with the opportunity to seize The Golden Serpent with the full set of gems. Theobald and Laria had had to put their family at risk to give credibility to the capture. The High Priestess had received a message in a trance from the Goddess Noor, demanding that such risk be taken. The plan was to make a fair attack in the middle of the ceremony, free the captives and get the gems.

And four-six feet down my spade struck wood Just where the treasure would appear and near. But carved in the side were written these words: “A curse upon he who disturbs this thumb.” I read these words and my blood ran cold. So here I sit upon an untold wealth Tryin’ to figure which is worse: How much do I need this gold? And how much do I need this curse? Falling to that pit as the mysteries lies ahead, it tells all the tales as a puzzle that must be solved to gain the favor and let everyone live as what they all should deserve. But the real question is, can you solve everything in the nick of time?

After confirming that it was real, he rolled back and forth, just like he had received his most beloved toy! The man sitting in front of him remained dignified and noble. Those who didn't know would have thought that he was the one raising Elijah. "You really have a way with Elijah," Amelia frowned as she watched the scene. "Where did you get the gold ingot from?" These days, are there people who buy gold like this? A whole ingot? In response to Amelia's question, Carl chuckled softly, "You always seem to forget that my last name is Jenkins. Our house has a lot of these things, and as for Chaos' habits, some miscellaneous books have also mentioned that Chaos likes gold and dislikes evil."

Over a thousand different ingredients, each varying in color, texture, and aroma, created a chaotic, almost overwhelming scene. The mix of potent herbal scents was so intense that even the front-row spectators felt a sudden wave of dizziness, their heads buzzing from the sheer sensory overload. Preston and Clifford spoke up, their voices cold and solemn. "The Golden Cure is one of the pinnacles of Holtrien medicine," one of them announced. "Let's see what you can do. Remember, there is no 'perfect' Golden Cure, only a 'better' one. Throughout history, only a handful have ever managed to create a truly complete version of this elixir."

Haleth intervened, saying, “You know what I’m here for, Xoel. What do you want in exchange? I’m willing to fork up whatever it is you need.” Xoel replied helplessly, “I already told you, Haleth. You need the Glacies’ Illus and Ice Curse to detoxify Flammae poison. The Illus is a precious treasure of the Glacies. Unfortunately, they’ve already been wiped out. Even the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion can’t provide you with it.” James was immediately attracted to their conversation. He said nonchalantly, “You need the Glacies’ Ice Curse? I have stumbled upon one of the Glacies’ ruins and learned their primitive inscriptions. I’ve mastered the Ice Curse and also happen to have the Illus.”