Golden Scar Novels & Stories

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.

He looked like he was their leader, and his teeth was shining in a sinister smile that made my hair stand on end. My uncle. By all the powers of the Moon Goddess— Now I knew why that voice had sounded so familiar. I gave a loud gasp as my eyes fell on his face: scarred, pitted and bald. I'd only seen him twice, when he came to my father's palace begging for a place to stay, but my father had never taken him in those two times. My father never liked to talk about him.

She was just a little child who lost everything and was trapped in the water in her attempt to find her necklace. We were taken down and finally, we were almost blinded by the sudden light. When we were able to look, the fishes had gone and all we saw were shiny things, the place was a bed of Gold, decked with silver, rubies, and Jade. We saw a skeleton with a large golden crown on its head and there were even more shiny things enclosed in cases. Bloom sat on the Gold. "I'm sorry Kimberly." She said and her look was something I couldn't take.

Still Bisola kept quiet and waited till the programme ended, the judges at the fashion week also made their own evaluation, and surprisedly, they all make mention of all what Stella said, in fact they make their evaluation based in what Stella point out, no deviation either left or right. Bisola turned back to Stella who was drinking wine comfortably beside her. “You knew about this so much.” “Yea, Dad bought lot of Gold for me as a gift for my birthday, in fact he bought them on his death bed, only for them to be deliver to me every year of my birthday. So you can just said, I practically slept and wake up inside Gold and Diamonds, in tact be it Jade, or Silver or any precious stone, I will

Her mood sank to a new low. After returning to the house and sitting for a while, she asked Frederick for the receipt from the Gilded Tower and set out with Lulu to collect the jewelry Kyle had ordered for her. The Gilded Tower was quite large, with two connected storefronts and both a ground floor and an upper floor. The name of the store was simply "Gilded Tower." They sold not only gold jewelry, but also other types of precious gems and ornaments. The designs were decent, though they couldn't quite compare to those of the Golden Tower.

] "Okay, convert my earnings from the second world into money, then you can take the money you need then." Akira looked at the big golden wheel that suddenly appeared. It was gigantic and gold. There were different sections on the wheel, some held money, such as $500 and $1, and some held items of clothing such as winter jackets, boots while other places had silver blanks covering them, keeping him from seeing the prizes. The word 'Mystery Prize' was written on the silver covering, but what caught Akira's eyes was a sword. The sword was a deep scarlet red that made it look like it was dripping with blood. It was sharp on both sides, the grip of the sword had scription on it. He instantly fel

Opening it, he turned it so we could see the contents. Jamerson let out a low whistle and Killian's eyes opened widely. The amount of gold that gleamed from the briefcase was impressive. “This and five million in cash if you side with Crimson Moon.” The fucker sounded so pleased with himself. “Gold upfront, cash once the Alpha female from the Raven Knights pack has been acquired.” “We already made a deal.” Killian pipes up, taking a threatening step forward.

I pushed the door open, and the noise inside the room came to an abrupt halt. Seeing my pale face, Claire Musk looked annoyed. "So what if I didn't give you thirty dollars? Who are you trying to scare with that expression, like you're attending a funeral? You're just like those gold-diggers—reeking of greed and utterly vulgar!" Hearing these insults with my own ears, I felt nothing at all. Not anger. Not sorrow. Not even disappointment. When Claire walked toward me, I calmly took a step back—avoiding the nauseating scent clinging to her, a mixture that clearly belonged to another man.

"Don't touch it! It will destroy your hands! Moana!" "Hold still!" I screamed through my gritted teeth, my tears freezing on my cheeks as I pulled against the heavy net. The gold light in my vision flared brighter, blinding me, consuming everything. It wasn't just coming from my eyes anymore; it was erupting from the red burn mark on my chest—the rejection mark. The golden energy traveled down my arms, pouring directly into the silver net. The metal began to glow, not with the cold, toxic white of silver, but with the deep, ancient gold of the sacred bond.

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."