Golden Rinnegan Novels & Stories

He felt like he was trampling all over his dignity! The more Nevada thought about it, the angrier he got. His hands even started to shake slightly. He looked at Fane as if he wanted to rip Fane apart. Meanwhile, Fane looked right at Nevada. Nevada's sleeves had golden patterns on them, meaning Nevada was from the Golden Continent. Yet another person who thought too highly of himself.

“Just one clause. If I sign this, I want it stated that the pack owes me nothing, but I also owe the pack nothing. No debts, no obligations, no ties. We’re completely separate.” Alpha Steele considered this. “Fine. That’s acceptable.” He called in his assistant, who added the clause and printed a new version. I read it carefully, making sure there were no hidden traps, then signed my name at the bottom. Aria Silvermoon. The name my parents had given me, not knowing it would become a cage. “You’ll receive your payment at the border,” Alpha Steele said, dismissing me with a wave. “Guards will escort you back.” “Wait,” Damien said suddenly. Both his father and I looked at him in surprise. “I wa

"I'm not wearing a dress to a battle." "It's a festival not a battle." "It's both and you know it." I found black jeans and a dark red shirt that wouldn't show blood. "Joanna is going to be there, probably wearing my face, we need to be ready." Ryker walked in shirtless showing off the four black scars on his back, they looked like war paint. "Anna's right, we dress for war not for a party." "Fine but at least wear this," Ronald held up a silver necklace with the Silverfang pack symbol. "It's spelled to protect against glamour magic, if Joanna tries to disguise herself as you this will glow."

"This place holds a lot of memories." "It does," I admitted. She cracked her knuckles. "Ready, brother?" I took my stance, determined to show her I wasn't weak. But the smirk on her lips… that wasn't Michelle. That was Erin—the creator of the Goldrens, the princess of the Vampire Realm. She lowered her body into a perfect offensive posture. I charged, aiming to overwhelm her quickly. But she twisted elegantly—too elegantly—her golden hair shimmering like sunlight on water. A golden rod materialized in her hand, its red gem pulsing like a heartbeat.

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.

Rogue lycans and other beings occupied Bloomington, and from the looks of it, the men in the tavern were formidable. They called out with enthusiasm, raising their tankards together as they drank and made offers for the attendants lined up on the stage. Isoldie clasped her hands together just like the others, reciting the keeper's instructions all over again in her mind. "Thirty gold coins for the redhead," Another of the males rose and made an offer. Of course, no one surpassed him. And as he demanded, the male took the redhead, Rinna. Isoldie recognized her from their training.

was wondering how much of that was actually true. “You said my dad brought me here days later?” I asked her trying to make sense of things. “Yes Rouge, it was days later; I think he tried to make it work but I could tell him was losing his strength, he wasn’t eating because he needed to stay with you and he knew you both wouldn’t make it if things continued the way they were.” Rose answered me, her gentle voice was soft as she spoke. “Did you know much about him Rose?” I asked wanting to know more. “No sadly they weren’t here long, I wanted to know him more but it was hard in the pack at that time. I truly believe if we hadn’t been at war things might have been different but the Alpha at th

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

Could it be I fought this one before? “ Witness the power of the Azrez Naga Tribe!” He yelled, his eyes beginning to change. The white of his eye turned golden, the blue replacing to black. “ Now, face the wrath of the Tribal Trait of the Naga, the Nintaijin!” White lightning engulfed the man, causing Kronos to back up in shock. Now I see! It’s him! But, how?!

“As expected of the Chosen One, you injured the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation cultivators even though you were only on the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Eighth Tribulation. “The Ultimate Golden Body is effective and powerful. It’s truly a waste that you’re the owner of that power.”