Golden Haired Elementalist Novels & Stories

"Caroline! You can't leave! Hailey's sick now, and the doctor said the full treatment will cost at least thirty thousand. You have a job now, so you need to chip in!" I looked at the woman in front of me with disgust. Only at times like this did she suddenly start talking about 'family bonds.' Ashton turned and gently pried Mom's tight grip off my arm. "Mrs. Fisher, Caroline has her own career and life now. As for Hailey's illness, it has nothing to do with her, and she has no responsibility over it." … With everything settled, I felt exhausted. After returning to my apartment, I passed out for a whole day.

She was thin, her hair a matted silver tangle, but her eyes—bright, piercing gold—held a lucidity that didn't match her haggard appearance. "They call me Hala," she said, her voice like dry leaves skittering on stone. "I’ve been in this hole since Kaelen’s father wore the Alpha’s crest. I’ve seen many things, little bird. I saw the way your sister looked at Kaelen when she thought no one was watching. It wasn’t love. It was hunger." My heart skipped a beat. "Selene loved him. Everyone said so. She was the 'Golden Luna' of the North."

Golden hatches slid open to either side amid a cloud of incense — celestial myrrh and burning ozone. Stepping forth was a being belonging neither to wolfkind nor terrestrial humans. Standing nearly two‑and‑a‑half meters tall, he was sheathed in overlapping plates of igneous gold, shaped like reptile scales. His face was sharp and aristocratic, of cruel and androgynous beauty; skin patterned with fine golden micro‑lines, two polished obsidian horns rising from his temples to curve back like a natural crown. His eyes — two vertical embers of incandescent magma, no whites visible — swept the terrace with such sovereign disdain my fangs chattered in response. In his gloved hand he bore a scroll

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.

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.”

“And this is High Priestess Elara; Seer to the kingdom of Cardinaem.” Kristof’s hair matches the element he rules; tall and muscular, he nods in a greeting and seems more stoic than the rest. Alpha Zephyrus mimics Alpha Terra’s demeanour and gets to his feet to greet us all. He has long blonde hair, deep green eyes and is built like a fucking mountain. The High Priestess has a hood over her face, but something about her seems oddly familiar. “Nice of you to invite the whole family, Boreas,” I say, forcing a grin after shaking their hands. “Your place has that frosty elegance I’ve always admired.”

She struggled to maintain her emotional equilibrium amidst the overwhelming feelings of those around her. Kael: The fusion of elemental and arcane magic within Kael had granted him immense power, but it also brought inner turmoil. The chaotic energies threatened to consume him, and he grappled with maintaining control over this raw force.

Alpha Maxwell asked and the witch nodded. “Yes. The moon goddess”, she said and immediately her eyes changed to gold and her voice became angelic. “I am Selene, the moon goddess. In just few years, a guardian of my own choice will rise alongside four special wolves that I have chosen. Together, they will save the werewolf Kingdom from perishing. The wolves will be called the Elemental wolves and they will be able to wield each of the four elements.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

A blade walking in flesh. Elara completed their triad, gliding at Logan's right. Where her brothers carried the weight of warriors, she carried the air of a storm held just at bay. Her hair was long, waves of dark gold that shimmered like dusk-light, and her eyes had deepened into pools of liquid gold. Her smile was rarer now, but when it came, it was like lightning in shadow. Link watched them ahead of him and felt the wrongness of it lodge deeper in his heart. They should've been children a little while longer.