Golden Dawn Novels & Stories

The material is a diaphanous gauzy gold, a Grecian peplos, the fabric expertly draped on the body. A hint of silhouette peeking through the multiple layers and folds of fabric, my feminine form exposed through gauzy golden haze. I am the sun incarnate. Even my tiny golden bracelet glints in the light, highlighted by the gown's golden glow. My ring proudly displayed on my finger. Monica has dusted my eyelids with a golden shimmer and painted my lips a soft pink.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

The long dining hall blazed with the opulent glow of the Grand Feast — a lavish midnight banquet celebrating the height of the Winter Solstice. Golden platters overflowed with roasted meats, sugared fruits, spiced wines, and shimmering enchanted desserts that sparkled like fresh snow. Candles floated above the tables, their flames dancing in hues of crimson and gold, while soft music played from an invisible orchestra.

Holy Essence was nervous, unusually nervous, but with a long-awaited expectation. He had waited for an entire night, and he had even... used such despicable methods. Why? This was obviously for the moment. The golden light grew bigger and bigger, gathering more and more. In the end, the whole underground space began to be illuminated by the golden light. "It's warm, peaceful, like bathing in the spring breeze. This golden light...!" When the golden light was full and Holy Essence felt everything quietly and peacefully, he could feel a completely different comfort from the divine light.

The Crown glowed faintly beneath her skin—gold, ancient, living. “I’m ready.”

The golden horizon pulsed with the rhythm of their world, its light steady but fragile, as if the new whisper, Makers had stirred something deep within its core. The stone circle stood firm, its symbols now a tapestry of gold, white, and silver, etched with the choices they’d woven, the worlds they’d carried.

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

As the months in the "Deep-Winter" turned into a year, the biological consequences of the darkness became impossible to ignore. The "Aethel-Native" children, born with golden eyes tuned to the twin suns, were undergoing a "Phenotypic-Shift." In the dim, violet glow of the Glow-Lamps, their physiology was adapting to a world without sunlight.

My golden eyes locked onto the one other being in the world who was still upright and still breathing: Caeser Varyn. He stood frozen, his shackles intact, his silver eyes wide with astonishment, fixed entirely on me. But then, the astonishment vanished, replaced by a devastating surge of power and terror. The dull silver in his eyes didn't just brighten; they flared, erupting into a shocking, brilliant gold, a color identical to my own. It was a color I had never seen on him before. The golden light surged, radiating from his core, causing the heavy iron chains around his wrists and neck to smoke and sizzle.

The unmistakable glow of gold in the darkness. The Dark Ones had arrived.