Golden Snidget Novels & Stories

I snapped. “I know how you feel, you can get angry at me and I totally understand. But you should move on, I am sure this is what your parents would want for you. I know we just met and I want you to know that I don’t mean any harm. You have to eat something and survive.” She said, pissing me off. I gritted my teeth in anger, I didn’t need anyone’s pity. Her snarky comment made me let out a laugh of bitterness. “Do I look like someone who needs your help? I don’t need your apologies, and trust me, if really I need a shoulder to cry on, it’s definitely not yours. Its either you leave this room, or I do you the favor of leaving this pack. And please when going, take your food with you, I am no

Zealot almost fell out of his chair, "How is it doing that, and can it hurt anyone?" "When we first bonded, the overgrown parakeet damn near killed me. It used to be a real griffin until the Tinkerbells stole its soul and fused it to mine. We are stuck together for life now." He gestured to the majestic spectral griffin, "He can't interact with anything, but it makes me look less crazy when I talk to him." "Welcome aboard, Archon. We don't let the magical creatures into the club, but I'll make an exception for you," Zealot gave the griffin a nod, and Archon returned it. "How do you communicate?"

Gin took teams to the Glacier Forest in the north for training drills. Xasha equipt all his enchanters and alchemists with magnification goggles. He equipt his enchanters with what he called rune pens, made from the tail feathers of baby Golden Peacocks. Baby Golden peacocks were rarely seen, as the adults would live in far, hard to reach places like steep mountain cliffs. A small militia made up of adults would protect the nests, babies would only be let out once they have fully matured.

But the best archers, the old hunters who lived in the high peaks, they prized these. They’re from a Golden Mountain Eagle. A rare, vicious predator. The oil on the feathers makes them silent. It also makes them fly truer in high winds. They’re not common. They’re a specialist’s tool. This wasn’t a random, spur of the moment attack. This was a professional hit. Kieran was incredibly lucky. Whoever is hunting him is skilled. And having these feathers means they’re patient to boot. I need to find the source.

—Viktor I hesitated for a moment before carefully lifting the lid. Inside, nestled against a bed of black silk, was a delicate silver necklace. It was simple but elegant, with a single charm dangling from it — a tiny raven, its wing outstretched as if in flight. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at it, the significance not lost on me. The craftsmanship was stunning, the details so fine it looked like it could actually take flight at any moment. “That’s… wow,” Talon murmured, leaning closer to get a better look.

As soon as the words left Ash lips, Mell and Alexander shared a quick knowing look that, fortunately, Ash didn't notice. Mell kept his gaze on Ash as he let his eyes roam around his chest, searching for the Donna crest. And he wasn't disappointed. The Donna's crest, the Clockwork Angel, hung on his neck. "What a fine necklace you have in there," Mell commented as he smirked knowingly. Ash was momentarily caught off guard, obviously not having expected his sudden compliment. "Err, thank you. It was a gift from my bestfriend." Mell couldn't help but chuckle at his comment.

She removed the last thing in the suitcase which was a sniper gun, as she maneuvered the long weapon towards the window and looked through the scope at a high class restaurant about four hundred metres across the road. There was very light traffic by this time of the day in the city of Atlanta, which made the job easier for her. She stared down the rifle for several seconds as a couple cars passed by, briefly obstructing her view from the restaurant’s entrance. The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them.

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

My grandfather called out, making me refocus my glare to the man who'd been suspiciously quiet for the past twenty minutes now—almost as if he was on the edge for making something go wrong. Or maybe perhaps he was now at the round table in the DaSilvers Mansion with his wife. “Ah, yes, Don Silver.” Salvatore finally responded, plastering a smile as he turned to scan the faces around, swallowing when he met my icy gaze. “About the wedding…we agree to your terms. All preparations have already been handed over to your organisers. The Morettis will just tighten the security with ours and invite my investors to make the connections bigger between our families.”

After a few minutes she shouted to me that she may have found something that could be used to track her. “This is brilliant Ryder, I’m able to use this scent to hopefully use the tracking spell to locate Jade, weird thought though is this is very fresh likes it’s been planted by someone who wants to help from the inside!” Simone cautioned.