Golden Rinnegan Novels & Stories

But his blue eyes held a wicked light, and his lips fought a curl of smug satisfaction. “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Rivyn announced gravely. “Although the Fae Court is not prepared at this time to mobilise against the Queen Clareath’s takeover of Uyan Taesil, we recognise and honour your efforts on behalf of the brethren there. As such, I, Rivyn Nae Ederne, offer you my sword,” he produced the sword from the air with a flourish that drew exclamation even from the jaded courtiers. “This is Intuin Desparen, the Heart Blade.”

When the two collided, a terrible storm swept over, shaking the boulders of both sides of the mountain to roll down. The energy chain was destroyed. The ripples made by the Amethyst Mine swept toward the sturdy man. Seeing that, the others quickly retreated. The tall and sturdy man's face was full of disdain. His outer clothes had been blasted apart and the golden armor underneath appeared. Phoenix-Winged Golden Armor was a high-quality Sacred Relic. Golden light burst out from it. The ripples made by the Amethyst Mine were shattered by it. Elder Ancestor's pupils constricted and his expression turned grave.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

I took the page from Grey and it perfectly lapsed with mine. "It's a page from my book." Dad and Grey were intrigued. "What does it say?" dad asked. I attached it and read the words. "The Lunar Golden Jade is a counter to the–" I paused in my tracks. "– to the Dark Moon Sapphire. He who wears the Jade is known as the one in 'Green and Gold'." Dad was blown away and so was Grey. I couldn't believe it. I was the one in 'green and gold'. Grey looked more confident than ever; he had a smirk on his face. He turned to my dad.

he announced, “and Alpha Theron of the Ironclaw. You will fight under ancient law. No weapons. No interference. To the death, or surrender.” Ryu didn’t flinch. Theron grinned like a man already victorious. Before the fight, there was a ritual. One that hadn’t been done in generations. The Bonding of the Soul, meant to draw strength from Luna. I didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to stand in the center of that bloody place and give the crowd more reason to stare. But Ryu turned to me, and his hand reached out. “I need you,” he said softly. I nodded.

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

The beautiful girl in green covers her mouth with disbelief and the four peak emperor guards' faces are complicated like they are mixed with envy, anger and astonishment at the same time. This anomaly was caused by the twins in black servant outfits. Both of them have the same face but can easily be distinguished from each other by their eye color. The elder sister has golden eyes named Gold while the younger one has Silver eyes named Silver. Gold will always talk and always represent what the twins think while Silver is always quiet and only nodded sometimes to confirm what her sister had said.

blue is really his colour. “I've shared the file with you. Look through it and find your partner.” I watch as he turns to the white board, raises his hand and starts writing something down. The fabric at his wrist slips away, revealing the small gold watch he wears there and more expanse of delicious skin. I really have to get myself together. I open my phone, d******d the file and skim through. Jackson, there it is. Paired with a McShaw. Who's McShaw?

At least one good thing had come from this nightmare. A sharp knock interrupted my thoughts. Mira swept in without waiting, beautiful and furious in crimson silk. Her golden hair cascaded perfectly; her curves were the kind men fought wars over. “So,” she said, voice dripping venom. “The little human pet has the alpha’s bed and the priestess’s attention. How quaint.” I straightened, refusing to cower. “I didn’t ask for any of it.”