Golden Fire Eel Novels & Stories

Prayer. Her flame stilled, as if listening. Cael’s shadows retreated. His fire dimmed. For the first time, he looked afraid. Afraid not of his own power, but of the eyes that might sense it from above. He closed his fist. When he opened it again, a golden thread of fire twined between his fingers. Not red. Not orange. Not Devil fire. A pure, shimmering, molten gold. Alive like a sunbeam caught in water. It lit the space between them with something akin to golden sunlight.

"You didn't buy me anything expensive, did you? Because it's not necessary." "You can just open it first." Elisha answered with a smile on her face. Elliott looked back at her and nodded. He then opened the carved box and was silent momentarily, seeing its contents. "The Faberge egg replica?" he asked in amazement. He picked up an egg-shaped object whose shell was a golden brown metal. Many glass gem beads adorn the surface of the shell, forming a particular pattern. The Faberge egg replica in Elliott's hands is giant but not too heavy and has support at the bottom. It was certainly amazing stuff.

After the Gate of Life was opened, no roars could be heard. However, the air around the arena seemed to be ignited and instantly became extremely hot. Right after that, a golden python that was over 300m long slithered out from the gate. "Gosh! I've seen this thing before! It's the Golden-Scaled Fire Python, one of the most powerful seventh-level demonic beast..." "Golden-Scaled Fire Python is no weaker than Thunder Leopard..." "This little girl is so powerful. The Tiger Academy will lose..."

And a few others laughed warmly at what I presumed to have been a joke. “That one!” A woman near the center pointed straight at Elodie. Her face appeared ageless, and she had hook-like fingers. The hunger in her eyes was clearly visible. My bowels twisted painfully. Elodie did not even react. “Nonsense!” Madam Dro scoffed, swatting the woman’s arm playfully. “We haven’t even begun the demonstrations. Curb your appetite, Jinete, or it may just swallow you whole!” “But she’s gorgeous” the woman named Jinete protested, admiring Elodie up and down without any embarrassment. “If you all weren’t so blind, you’d call dibs on her, too!”

“In Fae. The herb is actually named after the Fae word, not the reverse.” “Yes, though I didn’t know that until the good-witch told me,” I looked up at him and smiled. “Though, apparently, it normally means little dragon and from the indication of this cavern, this dragon is not little.” “The Elvish word for golden is lyt etel,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. “Seers,” he added with a tone of disgust. “They all seem to hold aspirations to be word smiths. What else did they say?”

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

Or we could finish what we started and extract the last of his magic right here in this tunnel before his body gave out completely. Before I could decide which option seemed least terrible, Golden's eyes snapped open and they glowed with an unnatural blue light that shouldn't have been possible for a child his age. His wolf was emerging

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

My veins popped on my neck as I tried to scream her name. Her eyes were glowing yellow, shining so much that it made my eyebrows scrunched protecting my eyes. Elsa smirked. While Ruther remains unshaken. These two looked at Elaine like they had witnessed this kind of stuff before. “Now, you will see a Silvermare’s true form,” Elsa proudly declared. Elaine flows with the air. She dances with it. Elaine totally lost will over her own body. The place soon filled with more blazing lights, sparkling magically on the river and any living organism around her.

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”