Golden Hand Book Novels & Stories

“Isolde’s powers… whatever they are… are waking up. Sir, she caused a complete power failure in the east wing. Lights exploded above her. The residual readings—” “We don’t speak of readings here.” Ronen’s voice cut like a blade. “Continue.” “She touched a switch and the spark wasn’t blue,” the teacher whispered. “It was… gold.” The room fell silent. Gold. Even speaking the color felt forbidden. Gold belonged to the Bloodseer. Gold belonged to the night every pack learned to fear. Gold belonged to the girl who burned herself into light and tore the Shadow King out of existence. Gold belonged to Rain. Not to a stranger. Not to a Redwood student.

Henry said casually. "This is our third encounter, right?" Sven asked. "Thank you for saving my life twice before. I feel so ashamed," Sven responded. "It's fate. Here, take this." Henry pulled out a book and tossed it over. He had plenty of resources because he was the Master of Golden Liberty and had previously been given opportunities. "What's this?" Sven was perplexed, but he was stunned when he saw the title on the cover. "The treasure of the assassin world—the Art of Assassination! Wait! There's also the Ghosty Steps?

I pull the book back up and look at the title page once more. ‘The Golden Goddess’ “This book explains the history behind the golden wolf. Why she was created. I thought it might be best to start here.” He gives me a sad smile and looks over at his brothers. “What aren’t you telling me?” I ask, knowing he’s hiding something. He gives me a grim smile, “The golden wolf symbolizes hard times ahead, Sunshine.” He pauses, looking at his brothers again. “I’m afraid with you here, it only means things are probably not going to get much easier for you.”

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

I will want him to abandon the mafia life but since I'm not sure of him, whether he'll be my forever, I can't say or do anything. We walk upstairs to the golden library, it's written so on top of it. The door is gold and giant, I believe this is the reason it's named so but when the door is pushed open and I see the interior, everything is gold, the book shelves and the ceiling, a gold chandelier stands in the midst, suspending from the ceiling, giving it powerful rays of light on the entire room. I feel this' my best place. "I think I can take a book from here?"

Elio said as he drew out four more shimmering gold instruments, placing them alongside the Buddha's Heart and passing them to Old Madam Jones. Old Madam Jones took them gingerly, letting May slip on her fancy glasses with the floral frames, and peered closely at the ancient seal script etched into the gold. She ran her fingers over the characters, whispering, "Tribulation, Salvation, Virtue, Healing, Justice... These are the legendary Five Golden Instruments, timeless treasures beyond measure!"

Saeris exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and forced herself deeper, past the crimson rot, past the beast's watchful presence, down to where the thread split, one half leading to that thing, the other half leading to him. And there, at the split, buried so deep she almost missed it— Was gold. Oh, thank the Saints. She grabbed it, whatever metaphysical bullshit Binders did when touching things that shouldn't exist, and pulled, coaxing the gold forward, spreading it outward like light through dark water, weaving it around the rotting sections until gold and crimson tangled and the darkness started to retreat. Slowly. So slowly. Then—faster. The gold caught like fire on dry

Suddenly, both of the books burst into a shower of gold, leaving nothing behind except the two spots of gold where they used to be seconds ago. A woman, standing at the center of the library looks up, revealing her ethereal appearance. Her black hair is framing her face, and her golden eyes glowing with unknown power. Suddenly, she speaks up, “Sisters we have a predicament.”

The wound had been deep, I remembered the pain. My eyes fell on the book Dien had left behind. It was bound in ancient leather, its pages yellowed with age. "Supernatural Beings: The Lost Histories of Werewolf Kind" was etched in fading gold letters on the spine. My hands trembled as I opened it to where Dien had been reading. The chapter title made my heart stop: "The Golden Wolves of the Ancient World." In all my years of reading about werewolves, I'd never encountered anything about golden wolves. I devoured the words on the page, each sentence making my breath come faster. Golden hair that seemed to glow... heightened senses beyond even normal werewolves... extraordinary healing abilitie