Iron Gold Novels & Stories

He asked in his usual cocky voice. Patrice looked at him. Okay, glared at him. She is still mad at him for his Chemistry stupidity yesterday. She scoffed. “Shut up, Death note.” She hissed. “Why don’t you just watch your G-Dragon, huh? Gold and diamonds, boy?” She snapped. L looked at her and chuckled. “You are still mad at me?” He asked laughing. Patrice sent him a resenting look and went back to the equation again. “Okay. Okay.” L said. “Gold is Au. Silver is Ag. Copper is Cu.” He blurted the abbreviation of the elements.

“What metal is your favorite to work with?” “Iron, for sure. It holds the most resonance. It’s thick with it, and there’s a lot I can do with iron. I can turn it into gold and gems, for one. Copper is great for alchemy, but it hurts me for some reason. It burns when I touch it. Silver–” I pinch my mouth closed, but the damage is done. Silver can tear a wolf to shreds. “Silver?” When I don’t answer right away, Aris jiggles the ladder.

Grips. The gold doesn't waver.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

“Don’t worry about anything, baby. I’ve got everything figured out.” And I did. This was easy. I’d already greased the palms of every security guy following my Rhodium. Bought and paid for. Loyalty always came with a price tag—and I paid well. Rhodium was smaller than gold, the bars more compact, easier to move even with large quantities. I had no doubt this was going to pay off. Tenfold. Silver and I had planned this for days. The people moving the crates were already on standby. After a while, Kaylee broke the silence. “Are you sure we’re on the right path?”

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

he noted, watching my struggle with clinical interest. "Make it stop!" I cried as the pain continued. "Then stop pulling, the more you pull, the more the liquid pours. It's a sick punishment method I created, the irons are normal metal, but the liquid filled in them are made of silver," he then tilted his head. "But considering you're a hybrid. It makes sense why the pain isn't instantly incapacitating. You've got that stubborn witch streak in your DNA."