Golden Emperor Novels & Stories

Sandro replied. Their luxury vehicle was parked in the forecourt of a magnificent palace, the exterior paint and large pillars of gold. The Sheikh has an excessive love of gold like him. There were several cars parked outside the garage, of the six cars there was one car that was painted gold. "Is it gold?" Remus asked. Sandro asked the male guide in Arabic. "Yep. One hundred percent gold, even the parts, exhaust, gas tank are made of gold." "Wicked," Remus said he couldn't understand the Sheikh's madness for gold.

Recognizing its owner. "Lucas!" She gasped. Her jaw dropped at the antique jewelry. It was made of pure gold with diamonds embedded in every surface, including the side that touched the skin. Flawless rubies decorated the head of the dragon, emerald eyes, and a large red ancient Jade that traces back to China's first dynasty, the stone served as a lock. This piece of jewelry has enchantment and can only be worn by a Dragon King's Argetlam. It won't unlock until they produced the next heir.

The base of the entire necklace was made from solid white gold that had been treated to turn completely pitch black, like charcoal or burnt wood. This dark metal represented the past, the pain, and the destruction that the syndicate had faced. But climbing right up out of the black metal were dozens of tiny, hand-carved silver vines that held the most incredible gemstones. The main stones were giant, flawless emeralds that were a bright, electric green. They looked like fresh, radioactive leaves growing out of the dark soil after a terrible forest fire. The way the bright green emeralds sparkled against the matte black metal was incredibly powerful and fast-paced. It told a story of a queen

"I have only one condition, pure Lord Kord. Hand over the head of this porcelain masked man to me, and all these military toys and their satellite command codes belong to your clan forever." Kord's single eye narrowed purely. The ephemeral gold of old Asia has value, but in the pure contemporary world ruled by European oligarchs, gold will not be able to stop the blows of pure thermal lasers. The hybrid snorted roughly ly, baring its protruding, pure yellow fangs. "Forgive me, Emperor," Kord growled, kicking the gold casket until the coins spilled onto the asphalt. "But our savanna prefers the smell of pure gunpowder to your ancient metal."

Amara couldn't help but exclaim, "The Splendour Pavillion truly is one of the most amazing places in the immortal world. The various divine treasures and earthly herbs collected by the owner throughout their life are probably all here!" She pointed out different items. "Look over there. That's the gallbladder of a single-horned giant snake. And that golden one is Frigid Gold, a rare ore that grows in the depths of underground abysses. Over there, there are even Pure Energy Pills... They're all rare treasures!" Amara was excited, though she couldn't quite explain why.

The pack roars with laughter and many of the members begin to chant, "Let her sit, let her sit." Victor stands beside my throne and the head elder walks towards him holding my crown on a golden pillow. I gasp when he hands the crown to Victor. The crown is gold filigree with diamonds and emeralds on the tops of each point. Just over Victor's shoulder I can see the Blood Moon shining brightly in the sky. It is almost at its highest point in the night sky. Looking back at Victor I notice that he has already begun his speech. I cringe inwardly hoping that I have not missed anything important.

“Mr. Jones, what’s wrong with the ring? Hah, is it fake?” More and more people gathered outside to watch and discuss among themselves. Cordelia bit her lip and silently took the ring back. She put it on her ring finger again. “Not only is the ring authentic, but it’s priceless.” Oliver removed the gloves. “This is an emerald, while the ring should be pure gold extracted from the Hume Gold Mine. Although the design is ancient, it’s priceless.” “What!?” Karine had a change of expression. “M-Mr. Jones, are you sure about that?”

“He restores furniture. He helps out at a gas station.” “Eleanor.” “He’s kind,” Eleanor said. “He’s intelligent. He makes me laugh and he treats me like a person and he makes furniture that will outlast everything in this house.” “The furniture in this house,” Vivienne said, “is Louis XVI.” “Some of it’s reproduction and you know it.”

A thin cotton dress was layered beneath a thick cloak tied with an emerald ribbon, and golden jewelry adorned her hair and neck. The weight of the opulent adornments made her feel out of place—like a maid masquerading as a queen. After Rhyzar’s revelation, she couldn’t shake the thought that all the gilded surfaces around her might actually be real gold. The statues in the hallways, though suspiciously similar, seemed too fantastical to believe. Still, she eyed them warily as Gelda led her to the large room where she had first reunited with Rhyzar.

he instructed as he opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two gold goblets. I washed my hands gladly. Gold and gemstones were, surprisingly, filthy. “Why is the gold so dirty?” I asked him as I joined him at the table. “Coins pass through many hands,” he replied. “Before they enter a dragon’s hoard.” “Being left lying around on the floor probably doesn’t help, either.” I sliced a piece of the meat. “It’s almost as if the dragon finds no value in it. His books are in pristine order in the library, but the precious gems are crushed underfoot.” I had discretely removed the shards of the two stones I had destroyed underfoot and had been relieved to find they were not the only two to experie