Golden Hand Book Novels & Stories

The moment she found out I had enrolled Ryder in a vocational school, she stormed into my room in a rage and flung the admission letter straight at my face. "Rebecca King! What are you trying to do?" she shouted, pointing at me, her whole body trembling with fury. "How dare you send my grandson to learn something as lowly as fixing cars? That's work for the lower class! I raised him with such care, and now you want him to serve other people?" I looked at her flatly, not even bothering to defend myself. "Grandma!" Ryder's voice came from the doorway. He rushed in and stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body—for the first time in 15 years.

I pluck the key off the drawer and kneel before the safe again, sliding it into the lock. My hands tremble, but not from fear. Excitement hums beneath my skin. Let’s see what the great Aloha King keeps hidden here. The key turns with a soft click, and I pull the door open. The first thing I saw was…. Gold. Bright yellow, shining in the dark. Dozens of coins, stacked, glinting under the dim candlelight. My breath catches. It was more than enough. More than I even imagined. Carefully, I reach in and slip out two coins, my fingers curling around the cold metal.

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

The unguarded supply corridors. The exposed third capital. Understanding flickered in his eyes. Cassian laughed suddenly. “Oh,” he said. “Oh that’s cruel.” Nyx tapped the console. Their alliance surged across the board in a new direction. Straight toward the undefended capital. The room exploded in noise. Halvern’s eyes gleamed faintly. The third capital fell twenty seconds later. Victory. The timer froze. Silence crashed over the chamber. Nyx stretched her arms casually. “Well,” she said. “That was fun.” Cassian leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “You weaponized patience.” Talbot nodded slowly.

he said. He spoke quietly into his earpiece. A pause. Then he nodded once. "Yes," he said. I walked back to my room with the book held against my chest. The negotiation book. But my mind was still on the other one. Dark green spine. Faded gold lettering. Third shelf from the bottom. Four books from the left. Stone City's history sitting quietly in the corner of Ryan Thompson's library. Waiting. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at the cover in my hands.

“I’m just a history major who spends so much time in the archives making research.I can’t fight whatever you are against Karl He walked towards his desk and picked up a brown journal that had the same wolf knot symbol . It looked like generations after generations had laid their hands on the journal.You can make your research. It’s way more important than you know. The order of the Silver Knights has been operating in the shadows for centuries-but they leave some traces.Old write ups,coded letters,record of disappearance that were written of as disappearance and accidents.

Chapter 170: The Golden Fuel The vial of quintessence felt impossibly heavy in Natalia’s palm. The thick, viscous gold fluid inside surged against the glass, pulsing with a raw, alchemical heat that instantly warmed her frozen fingers. It was the stolen lifeblood of Oakhaven’s mountains, the concentrated energy Malakor had used to forge an empire from the blood of slaves.

At least the pain would end then. "Well," said a voice, deep and gentle, with a hint of dark amusement. “ I forced myself to raise my head. A man stood over me, bathed in the glow of the setting moon. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and exuded a power that instinctively made my wolf bare its throat, even in my wounded state. Alpha. But not just any Alpha—something about him was different, ancient, dangerous. His eyes caught the moonlight and flashed a color I had never seen before. Not golden like most Alphas. Silver. Like the light that had emanated from me during the ceremony.

I endured the pain in my shoulder and whispered, "What's your name?" "Ruby!" " said the girl, as she bent her head and rummaged through Galen's armour for something. Suddenly she lifted up a golden object and looked at the sunlight, and the golden object burst into a dazzling yellow glow. "Gold!" Ruby said excitedly, "You can buy food!" " I looked closely at the gold coin in Ruby's hand, and saw that the design on it seemed to have been seen somewhere. So I asked Ruby curiously, "What is the pattern on the gold coin, can I see it?" "

Her thin, pale fingers reached behind her neck and unclasped a silver chain, revealing a polished emerald pendant. It was a rich green, smooth and warm against my skin, carrying a quiet, reassuring glow. With trembling hands, she fastened the chain around my neck. "This pendant was given to me by your grandmother, a blessing for a lifetime of peace. "I'm giving it to you now. I don’t wish for you to be rich or powerful—only to live a safe and peaceful life." There was sorrow in her gaze—the kind only a mother would have in her final moments, knowing she was about to leave her child behind.