Golden Rinnegan Novels & Stories

"...time to finish the bloodline." CLICK. The hammer fell. The gun didn't fire. Vane frowned, pulling the trigger again. CLICK. CLICK. Lorrie didn't flinch. She didn't move an inch. Slowly, Lorrie raised her eyes to lock onto Vane's. Her eyes were no longer brown, nor were they silver. They blazed with an absolute, terrifying GOLDEN SUNLIGHT. A burning golden rune—the ancient symbol of the True Sovereign—ignited directly onto Vane's forehead!

Kai was incredibly satisfied and so was Dorian. The ground shook slightly as a golden glow formed in between Serena’s palms. Dorian’s gaze swept across the room as every person’s face had turned from arrogantly proud to absolutely pale. His gaze switched back to his mate. Her eyes were now the color of molten gold.

She looked like she is wearing a bright halo on top of her head, looking like a saint in her fit. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, in awe of her reflection. It was that time Morrigan couldn't even recognize herself because of how divine her beauty is. The maids around her are smiling widely as they look satisfied with how the princess looks right now. "Where are the pieces of jewelry that I will use?" Morrigan inquired, looking at the maid beside her. The maid went around the divider and when they came back they presented a tray with various pieces of rings, earrings, and necklaces, from finely crafted golden necklaces, to intricately made rings and bracelets, to exquisite earring

"Michael Rannigan himself is here. Flynn, didn't you do one of his cases for Siegler's class?" Maggie smiled. "I did." She followed Ben's gaze and saw him. He was tall like she remembered. His expensively tousled salt and pepper waves framed his handsomely tanned face, perfectly complementing his soulful brown eyes and seemingly permanent five-o'clock shadow.

In rare cases, Magic. The kingdom of Sargas was secured. Now it was her turn to win the war, to strike back the revenge her kingdom owned to Antares for a long time. “Your highness, the sniper spots the cavalry marching in from the notches,” Jasper yelled from behind her. Atarah unhooked the golden bird pin and let her cape fall on the muddy ground. She held her right arm straight up, so that it was visible to everyone, her hand balled up in a fist. Behind her, a soldier placed the metallic battle horn on his lips and blew heavily.

nope this was caused by SILVER! It must have been a stupid silver blade that Jade had used, this was not good as I’m supposed to be trying to hold on as long as possible for Sapphire’s sake, but they played dirty and used silver which will drain my energy making me weaker with no access to Sapphire or her healing powers. ‘Hey, Aurora did I ever mention to you that we’re able to withstand silver!! Play it out though like its making us weaker and I’ll try to heal you on the sly.’ Sapphire giggled to me, no she never mentioned it but I’m very glad we are.

I say as I look at Mei pleadingly, “You’re the only one who can heal her. Even if they don’t execute her, she’ll still die. Makkares can’t heal hemlock poisoning. You’re her only chance.” Mei looks at me thoughtfully and after a moment, walks over and gently places her hand on my cheek. Instinctively, I want to pull away, but I’d rather not offend her, so I stay perfectly still. I watch as her chocolate brown eyes shift to reveal intense gold reptilian eyes. I can’t help but stare in surprise. I’ve seen nagata eyes before, but they were all green, I’ve never seen a nagata with golden eyes before, but I’ve never met nagata royalty before either.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

“Welcome, Zane.” I turn slowly, my eyes widening as I see her. She’s walking toward me, an ethereal glow surrounding her, golden light radiating from every step. Her long, flowing blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and a beautiful gown drapes around her in waves, moving as if it’s part of the light itself. Her eyes are a shade of gold that feels ancient, otherworldly, yet warm. A black teardrop pendant hangs from her neck, glinting softly in the glow that envelops her.

“I, Gerard Ramirez, assistant to President Drago Caracas of Obsidian, demand entry to the laboratory. I am obliged to carry out my duty for Operation Golden Blaze. Once driven, forever Obsidian.” Nothing. Silence. “I, Gerard Ramirez, assistant to President Drago Caracas of Obsidian, demand entry to the laboratory. I am obliged to carry out my duty for Operation Golden Blaze. Once driven, forever Obsidian,” Señor Ramirez repeated, this time with a hint of desperation in his commanding voice. Still nothing.