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

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”

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.

David Riches, the skipper shouted, puffing thoughtfully on the stump of a hand-rolled cigarette. And there she was. Three hundred feet of sheer black cliff streaked with white, rising out of the straight sea in front of us. Almost in that same moment, as the mist cleared, splinters of sunlight fell through the fissures in the cloud and the glistening rock was thrown into an instant projection of sharply contrasting light and shade. I saw what looked like snow blowing in a steady stream from the peak before I realized that the snowflakes were birds. Fabulous white birds with blue-black wingtips and yellow heads, a wingspan of nearly two metres. Gannets. Thousands of them, filling the sk

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.

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.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

I ask, although I know the answer. “They were just pawns in the hands of those who are looking for us,” she claims, smiling sadly. I remain silent, taking advantage of Sebastian’s tactics, waiting patiently for her to continue speaking. I feel that this is just the beginning of something I don’t want to be a part of at any cost. “They are called eagles,” she announces. “They seek out everyone with rare DNA and bring them in.” She clenches her teeth for a moment. I see pain and fear in her eyes. “I don’t remember how old I was when they found me. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember anything that happened before I got to Eagles,” she admits in a trembling voice. “You have no idea what we h