Golden Saga Novels & Stories

His wings were long and strong, and his tail lithesome. He circled again in the sky. He was focused on something lower down the mountain range, I realised, and leaned out of the cave mouth to see what it was that had his attention. Sunlight reflected from armour and chainmail. The fabric and insignia on their gambesons declared them to be from Uyan Taesil. Clareath’s soldiers had tracked me across the border and to the dragon’s cave.

Unable to hold it any longer, he broke the silence with an apologetic look. "Master Snow, this really was a misunderstanding. Alaric dragged me here by force. I've had some past dealings with Oscar, so I just came along to show support. I absolutely had no intention of offending the Jaeger royal family. I ask for your understanding." Gideon smiled. "Of course, I believe you. Horagon is a geomantic treasure, one of the top sacred lands in all of Dasovia. Your strength is well-known." "Master Snow, you flatter me. I'm a nobody compared to you. You might as well call me a fool."

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

Leonardo asks in suspicion, “That’s not some kind of code or something?” “I have a proposition. “ Leonardo raises an eyebrow at her. “You saw it all, Balthazar,” Katcha begins, “Nothing was natural from our little fight from earlier.” “So it is,” Leonardo replies, “And?” “I may have an idea about where Goldie is from.” “I don’t see how your old orphanage is relevant to him.” “Maybe he and I have a couple of things in common.” “What are you even on about? You think you have powers too?” Leonardo smiles at Katcha in a patronizing manner, "Or is this related to what you two talked about while I was away?"

I asked tentatively. “Uhm, I’m not…” I face palmed. “Look he obviously knows a lot about you okay? So I just rushed in here! He has this way about him” “Silver hair and Amber eyes” I just deadpanned “What?” She asked, probably because she didn’t hear me. “He has silver hair and Amber eyes, doesn’t he?” I asked louder this time. “Yes”, Mela perked up at that. I just sighed, “I’m not going”

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it

To prevent any attachment of curses, Madam Ruzka was the one who always guarded his transfers to each world. But it felt different earlier, that golden glow wasn't something common that she had ever saw in her 60 thousand years of life. Not even once, but she remembered reading a book about the golden light. The golden light, the Sol, the other half of the moon, all of the name resembles the shining figure that she just saw. Although unseen by her eyes, the brightness of the light coming from the figure looks strong, as if representing strength and vigor. It was enough to convince her of how great his Majesty’s Sol will be.

"What? You heard him. He said he's immortal, you can't kill an immortal being" She reaches into her bag and takes out a golden gem which has black stripes all over it. "What is that?" I ask and she grins. "It's called the tiger gem. Azeroth is built on illusions. This will help differentiate what's real and what's fake. It will also help us figure out the guardian's weak point. When we figure that out, we can kill him and take the seal of Solomon. When we finally kill him, a door leading back to our world will open and we will be back in the palace before you know it"

“Then come to Asgard. You can directly become a battlefield master smith. Your workplace, residence, and position are all yours to choose—including the Twelve Temples. A fixed annual salary of 80 million Bina, complete freedom in forging, and unconditional approval to open your own workshop, even a chain of them. You’ll be provided with two Black-Feathered Phoenixes, two Bone Phoenixes, and one Infernal Bone Dragon. You may also name any additional conditions you want.”

The two dragons glided along for a few hours before Slate began to descend over a field in the territory of a kingdom closer to his own lair and far enough away from Beelzanborg that the soldiers who were clearly rallying to come after the Heart of Magic couldn’t reach them--yet. He touched down in a field of golden wheat, catching the sunbeams and sparkling like each stalk was made of a precious metal.