I Am Golden Novels & Stories

The kind of thing that in another context from another person would have been ordinary. From Ryan Thompson on a windowsill in the evening light it was something else entirely. I pressed my hand flat against the desk. Felt the solidity of it. Thought about tomorrow. About Voss. About my father. About everything that was coming. And underneath all of that. Quiet and persistent and impossible to fully dismiss. The warmth of three words spoken simply in a room full of amber light. I know your name. Stone City had spent twenty two years making sure nobody did. I was starting to understand what it meant that someone finally did.

She seemed bothered by my question. “You’re unfriendly,” I explained to her as I stared at her. I wanted to ask if she was sick or something, although the color of her eyes did not really bother me much. It was like staring at an optical illusion, a hypnotic circle that you could not just stay away from. Izobel has golden yellow eyes, one of the rarest, and usually, the color symbolizes happiness and optimism, but why does she hide them? “Why are your eyes golden yellow?” I asked when she didn’t talk again.

I ignore her and introduce my grandson. “This is Thundra, the kindest and most sympathetic little boy you will ever meet.” “Kind?” Neptune roars again. “Are you freakin’ hearing y…” “Shut up, Neptune!” the Golden queen finally speaks. I don’t know how, but I connect with her the moment her golden eyes meet my silver one. She is the quadpod. I finally meet my kind, sort of. “As I was saying. I saved this entire world from the pandemic, including all of you.”

The man glows. His hair is long, golden, and radiant, as if it has absorbed the light of countless stars. It flows with the breeze, shimmering and shifting in the sunlight like something out of a dream. But it’s his eyes that captivate me the most—golden, not amber. Pure gold, glowing with an intensity that feels almost too bright to look at. He doesn’t belong here; he doesn’t belong anywhere I can name. There’s something otherworldly about him, something so achingly familiar that my chest tightens with a strange sense of déjà vu.

| Hollis | As the two friends (who were quickly becoming lovers) continued to stare into one another’s soul, Hollis bit her lip with a barely audible sigh. She could easily count almost every gold speck glimmering in Whitney’s cinnamon colored eyes. She would’ve mistaken them for hazel, if it weren’t for their usual pure honey shade. Hollis threaded her finger’s through the brunette’s silky curly black hair, feeling a mixture of euphoria and terror surge through her veins. She’d just admitted everything aloud, and had no idea how the other girl felt about it. The suspense was maddening.

I felt touched by this gesture and my lips spread out in a wide smile as I said, “Thank you.” She prepared a cup of tea and handed it to me. “What is your name?” I asked conversationally after taking a sip. “Aura… Aura Vessey, madame.” “Doesn’t that literally mean gold? Does it mean you are a Golden Shifter too?” Madame, only golden shifters can enter The Golden Land. So everyone here is a Golden Shifter, except for you of course. You could come here because you are bearing a child of Golden Shifter.” Her eyes then flashed with fear as if she was worried, I would feel offended.

But Marc Goldwin, one of the two golden bachelors of Alina City, is ACTUALLY into THAT! 'No, no, no. That's just unbelievable! It's totally impossible!' 'Wait, maybe my brain is not properly working... Must be....' 'Haha, most likely I'm hallucinating badly today. I think I have to set an appointment with a psychiatrist... I hope Dr. Morris doesn't have many girls like me queuing in front of his clinic...'

I truly liked Golden. I took in deep breaths trying to calm the torrents of nervousness coursing through me and stared at my appearance in the mirror. I stared at my nude self from my laced underpants to my white lingerie and dagger heels. Then my eyes darted to my face and the breathtaking make up Golden applied on it. Yup. I truly looked like a certified stripper. My one wish was that Mabel wouldn't join this line of profession with me. "Once you go out there baby, free your mind and relax. You look so tensed. Do your thing and get the money flowing"Golden urged with a chortle.

I took the page from Grey and it perfectly lapsed with mine. "It's a page from my book." Dad and Grey were intrigued. "What does it say?" dad asked. I attached it and read the words. "The Lunar Golden Jade is a counter to the–" I paused in my tracks. "– to the Dark Moon Sapphire. He who wears the Jade is known as the one in 'Green and Gold'." Dad was blown away and so was Grey. I couldn't believe it. I was the one in 'green and gold'. Grey looked more confident than ever; he had a smirk on his face. He turned to my dad. "Get the council together immeditately. Today infact. We have a war to win."

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.