Golden Fire Eel Novels & Stories

His white-and-black hair was glowing with a terminal brilliance. "I can lead the Echoes," Kaelen said, his eyes solid violet. "The 'Genesis' frequency can bridge the living and the recycled. We can become a 'God of the Mosaic'." As Kaelen reached for the Nyx-Echo’s hand, the sky above the Solaris Mall began to bleed. It wasn't blood. It was "Liquid Gold"—the raw "Emotional Equity" that the Architects had harvested for centuries. And from the liquid gold, a massive, obsidian eye began to open—the "Curator Prime."

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.

See me standing there, goldfire dripping from my fingers like liquid sunlight. For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then the tallest—Alpha Rennick himself—snarls and charges — —right past me, his massive axe cleaving a Council hunter in two. "Defend the circle!" he bellows. His warriors obey without hesitation, forming a bristling wall of fur and steel between me and the assassins. I don't understand. Elias's chuckle is dry as dead leaves. "Told you they'd come around." The baby kicks again, and suddenly the goldfire isn't just in my hands—it's everywhere , a shimmering dome spreading from my skin to envelop Elias, Rennick, his warriors. An arrow bounces harmlessly off the golden shield.

I stood over the water and let Aurora use my eyes to see how we look in our wolf form and she suddenly started to stare with her mouth open as well, I just giggled shaking my head as I headed towards the others, who hadn’t moved an inch from their spot. ‘Sapphire, I can’t believe it! We…we…we are golden, we have golden fur.’ Aurora stuttered. ‘Yes, we do, and we are very special as not only are we a beautiful golden wolf, but we also have some powers that need to be unlocked with some training.’ I replied finally telling her some important information. ‘Right ok!! Can we talk to them as well as I feel like they’re being left out and they can reassure me that I’m not losing my mind!’ Aurora a

The man yelled from the back of the room and that's when I knew that we're going live right now. "And we're back ladies and gentlemen! Here on today's Selina Beauty Show, we have a special guest with us. Let's give a wonderful round of applause to Miss Shay Falcon everybody! A.K.A San Francisco's Golden Girl!" The crowd starts to applaud in an excited way and I flashed a smile at the camera being rolled nearby. "Welcome Shay, how you feeling?" Selina asked me with a smile. "I'm good, thank you for having me."

“The Golden Torc of Lirael is a legendary artifact from the mythical kingdom of Lirael, said to have been created by the ancient sorcerer-king, Aranthor, over a thousand years ago. Crafted from enchanted gold and adorned with gemstones, it is said to possess the power to bind the wearer’s soul to the land itself, granting immortality and control over natural elements.” The room buzzed with chatter and murmurs in response to what she had just shared. "Is that even a true story?" Isla wondered, her eyes fixed on the neckpiece. "Her opening bid is €365,000!" the auctioneer announced, excitement in her voice, and Isla's eyes widened in shock. "Three sixty-five?" she murmured, then glanced at Jax

ELENA The parasitic silver-blue lightning arcing out of the siphoning altar wrapped around my ribs like a vice of melting ice. A sharp, breathless cry of pure agony tore from my throat, but the sound didn't carry the weakness of a victim. It was a vibrating, melodic crescendo of raw power that made the ancient stone walls of the subterranean vault crack from floor to ceiling. My golden veins throbbed visibly against my pale wrists, the electronic screens of Genevieve's duplicate terminal flickering frantically as my Phoenix core fought a losing, high-voltage battle against the extraction grid.

His small hands began to glow, not with the white light of the moon, but with a terrifying, solar gold—the sun to my moon, the heat to Kaelen's shadow. "Aero, no!" Kaelen barked, shifting back to human form to grab him. Too late. Aero clapped his hands together. The shockwave didn't just push the Hollowed back; it ignited the air. A pillar of golden fire erupted from the boy, a manifestation of pure, unfiltered vitality. The Silas-puppet screamed—a sound that tore through the psychic link—as the golden fire found the "hole" inside him and filled it until he shattered into a million pieces of harmless ash.

A few seconds later, a light came out like threads that gradually wrapped around each relic. Little by little, the red, yellow, and white light rose upward. And from there the lights that came out looked like fireflies. It grew more and more until everyone closed their eyes because of how dazzling it was. That blinding light lasted almost a minute. When the light went out, Elijah opened his eyes. Elijah was immediately amazed at what he saw. It was a sword floating in the air. Its blade is made of jade. It lights up a bit. Its handle is gold and seems to have a dragon coiled around it.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.