Golden Fire Eel Novels & Stories

Marvin then said, “We haven’t concluded about coming, but we’ll give it thought and contact you if we decide to.” Jyra bowed. “I’m grateful. I hope to hear from you soon. Oh, I heard something too. The Goldren’s bodies create lightning, according to the demons that fought them. The ones that survived said they saw dark lightning and red sparks. Anyone it touched was scorched to death.” “Cruel, but I love it,” Kelvin said. “Marvin, there’s no need to think about it. We’re going! I can’t wait to see how it feels to get sparked!”

His hands formed sealing gestures as he chanted rapidly, shouting, "Golden Fire Magic!" As the spell descended, a gigantic phantom of a golden blazing sun suddenly appeared in the sky. It radiated terrifying heat, igniting the surrounding air with crackling sounds. The blue stone slabs on the ground began to melt into searing magma. Countless streams of golden flames poured down from the blazing sun like a meteor shower, engulfing Elijah from all directions without leaving the slightest blind spot. These golden flames were no ordinary fire, but the purest true fire of Solaris Hold. They could burn mountains and boil seas, refining all things, and even experts of the Heaven Spirit Phase would

Elon covered his nose, shouting, "Get that away from me! What the hell is that? It smells like crap!" Sherilyn waved her hand in front of her nose, trying to block the stench. "Why does it smell so bad? Elon asked for golden juice, not whatever this is!" Kaden explained calmly, "This is golden juice. Mr. Golding, you might not know this, but golden juice is made from freshly excreted human waste, boiled down. From a medical perspective, it does have strong detoxifying properties." Elon gagged again, his face turning pale. "Wait, are you saying golden juice is… human feces?"

Not a scream. A growl. Low. Wrong. His body began to thrash. “Elara, help him!” Alaric shouted. Elara rushed forward, holding down Kael’s legs as they kicked out, his heels slamming into the floor hard enough to bruise. Kael’s eyes opened—but they were gold. No pupils. No white. Just molten gold, glowing from within. His lips moved, but it wasn’t Kael’s voice that came out. “He shouldn’t be here.”