Golden Stage Novels & Stories

"Ten golden thirty silver?" "I've given you a discount, madam," said the woman who designed the dress again with a wide arch on her face. Amanda did not respond to the woman's words. She was too busy calculating because the most money she had ever held was only twelve bronze. While one golden is worth 100 silver or the equivalent of 1000 bronze. "I-I." The girl looked panicked, she looked at Gisella but the rectangular-jawed girl didn't seem to care and lay back down on the sofa while eating snacks. 'How can I say I don't have a coin in my pocket with Gisella?'

Gia, beaming with happiness, held up her hand, the glimmering golden ring catching the ambient light. "I said yes!" Gia exclaimed, her voice filled with joy and her eyes shining brightly. The soft glow emanating from Gia's ring cast a mesmerizing allure, catching the ambient light as she delicately displayed it for everyone to admire. The golden band, adorned with a radiant gemstone, shimmered like a captured sunbeam against the backdrop of the seaside evening.

“Believe it or not, the so-called superpowers of the world are superpowers because of us. And the incredible thing is, they don’t even care who we are, what we are and what we do. They are all just after their power. That’s all. So, we used this to our advantage and we waited, and we waited, and we waited. We kept producing goods and making profit in the black market. We waited seven years for our chance. This Golden Leaf is the chance we have been waiting for. A few days ago our scientists made a discovery that this particular Golden Leaf has a special chemical that allows us to reproduce, replicate and mould it into whatever we want. My scientists told me that within just ten days, we coul

“You have to cast it yourself.” Confused, James asked, “How can I cast it?” The black-robed elder who had been silent pointed at the surrounding area. “These are the materials.” Upon hearing that, James turned to look in the direction he pointed. He saw countless powerhouses that were sealed. At once, he was stunned. “Do I use them to cast the Golden Body?” “That depends on you.” The white-robed elder had his hands behind his back as he smiled. “There are four stages to the Golden Body—the Primeval Golden Body, Genesis Golden Body, Holy Golden Body, and Ultimate Golden Body. The materials here are sufficient.”

At the center of the revealed space stood a striking sculpture made entirely of gold, glowing under the warm lights of the Eagles Hall. The metallic surface caught every beam, reflecting light in soft ripples that danced across the faces of stunned onlookers. The craftsmanship was extraordinary, each curve deliberate, each detail refined with the kind of precision that spoke of both skill and reverence. Beside it was an elegant frame engraved beautifully with the words: "Happy 60th Birthday." The lettering was ornate, carved with flourishes that belonged to a celebration of milestone and legacy, not youthful beginnings.

The ring looked like it had always been there. Simple, warm, made from materials that were not showy but were exactly right—the specific qualities of something that was beautiful because it was correct rather than because it was elaborate. A band of warm gold, not yellow and not rose but something in between, a colour that existed only in this specific alloy. The surface was matte rather than polished, because Elijah didn't like things that shone too brightly, because he had said once that "the best things don't need to reflect light, they hold it."

Zayne took a good look at what Ralph wants to explain. "This is The Golden V. I created this name because they have specific golden color blood. Each of my survivors had a slightly different color, but they were still a golden one. Am I correct, Miss Athena?" Athena slightly nods to Ralph’s question. She indeed had golden color blood. A blueprint of the Golden V substance starts to form when Ralph presses a button on a small controller in his hand.

“Not just the dust or remnants either. We mine and refine it before chipping it into gold powder for this shade.” I smirked picking up the shade called Coins Galore and twirled it around so she could see the flecks of gold, copper, and silver inside. “We do the same thing for the copper and silver flecks, and—” I closed my mouth realizing that Grace was smiling at me and not looking at the bottle in my hand, and I had said far too much. “I meant, they… I—” “You’re from Fluorite,” Grace said, her face showing no hint of shock. “I… suspected as much.”

Punny weaklings they are. I venture into the throne room. It's as marvellous as ever. Completely golden decorated. I've since tender age termed it the golden room. It's window golden painted, curtain golden material, ceilings golden crafted, bulbs also golden crafted and the air conditioner no different. All pure gold. The floor are golden tiled, chairs golden material decorated and the table is golden glassy. Every decorate ornaments or portraits are also golden color. None is different or an exemption. Feels extremely great all are soon to be mine.

Or we could finish what we started and extract the last of his magic right here in this tunnel before his body gave out completely. Before I could decide which option seemed least terrible, Golden's eyes snapped open and they glowed with an unnatural blue light that shouldn't have been possible for a child his age. His wolf was emerging