Iron Gold Novels & Stories

Her chin lifted, and the look she returned to him said without words that she wasn’t going to recant—or apologize. Orla could almost feel his mind probing her silence and assessing it. Her chin tilted a bit higher, but she wasn’t going to risk looking directly into those platinum-grey eyes. Just thinking about the power of their uncompromisingly analytical surveillance made her feel far too weak. Platinum One of the most desired and valuable metals in today’s world is copper. Somehow, the colour of his eyes was symbolic of the man himself. "Overviews," I said, "not detailed plans," Arni informed her coolly. ‘Themes, colors, some takes on style, so that I can mull them over whilst I’m travell

He said. I tilted my head back and looked at him. “Really?” “Yeah. I found something about the tool. It’s a combination of silver nitrate and Iron.” He said. “How can we touch something made of silver?” I said. “We can’t. Mom can, though.” He said. I turned and looked at him. “Wait. Mom isn’t affected by silver?” “No. Moon Goddess gift. Actually, if what your grandfather said is true, then you should be able to absorb that gift.” He said, like he had an epiphany.

He sighs, “Okay, we’ll start with the least pure, which I’m sure you’ll be absolutely fine with, and work our way up to the bar of pure silver we found on some human on our lands. We have no idea what he planned to do with it; it’s literally an ingot of the stuff.” He points to a solid bar of silver with the sterling mark on it, she hums, “But it’s definitely the ‘good’ stuff.” She nods, she wanted to start at the hard end, but understands his caution.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

he gave me a purple coloured fruit. " Thank you" I said as I ate the fruit, it was cold in my mouth " hmmmm it's delicious" "What's this one called?" I asked " It's called Cula friut" he replied. " I love it, I love them all apart from the red fruit I ate earlier" I said I could still feel the bitter taste on my tongue. Prince Liam laughed holding his stomach. It was the first time he was laughing and he looked more like Master Derek. " The Rodar friut , it's a medicinal friut. We usually give it to people who are in pains or in coma" he said and then something clicked on my mind.

He couldn't join her today because he couldn't risk leaving the unknown guest alone. Just as he was about turning to go back inside, he saw Lily. She had something in her mouth. A small backpack. She dropped it at his feet before walking inside. He picked it up and walked inside. After giving Lily a snack for her services, he opened the bag carefully. An empty water bottle, some empty wraps for granola bars and two unopened bars were the contents of the bag. He turned the bag over, shaking the bag vigorously. Nothing else was in the bag but amongst the wraps of granola bars, he noticed a small name tag depicting one name ... Kamara.

he rumbled down at me, that sexy as hell grin still on his face Fuck. Why are my panties getting wet? But Hell! He is one fucking looker. With that dark, soft looking curly hair and that pierced nose….. Why do I have a weakness for guys with piercings, especially tongue piercings. Tell me he doesn’t have a tongue piercing? Slowly I watched him lick his rosy lips, almost passing out when I caught a glimpse of silver. Fuck he does have a tongue piercing. I wonder how that would feel on my clit…..

Of course, the money associated with her was pretty lucrative. This was the sole reason for him to buy Windley and he was ready to give any price for it. Because he knew that once the king's men would come to buy it from him, he would sell it twice at that amount. Iron was one of the most important ores that was used for forging weapons. Or he had an alternative plan—of mining iron and selling it on his own.

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.