Iron Gold Novels & Stories

The old coot had simply not realized this. Meanwhile, Ivanka sneered, and the crowd turned to her. She said, “Mr. Yoda, are you sure with your statement? We’re not even using the same grade of materials. Our purity of silver is 999 compared to your 925, and our diamond grading report is better than yours too. It seems like the difference in pricing is a bit too big.” Yoda flew into a fit of rage. He pointed at her and said, “Stop making accusations with your bloody mouth!”

One made of gold, jade, and bronze. And with every ounce of strength in me, I will find those stones. I will claim them. And I will make the world remember my name.

,he continued,his voice low and measured never taking his eyes off Salvatore. “And what is the price for such….generosity?” Ignoring his question,Don Silver continued. “A realignment of power,Salvatore.”,his tone lowered to a whisper as he leaned forward. “The drug routes you have been eyeing for expansion…..they could be yours.Exclusively if I might add.” The gleam of avarice in Salvatore’s eyes at the mention of the drug routes could not be missed. “What is this proposition going to cost me?”,Salvatore spat,his voice hoarse.

Everything waited. Iris stood at the center of the sacred circle, surrounded by sigils etched in ancient runes and moonstone dust. Her seals pulsed with growing intensity—gold for power, crimson for truth, and now a new one, glowing with the hue of starlight, silver-blue. It shimmered along her skin, alive, breathing, ancient.

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

"That's...that's unheard of! I've never sold that much metal in my entire life!" "I understand," I said, my tone calm and measured. "I know this is a large order, but I assure you, it's not beyond your capabilities. You have connections, resources, and a reputation for getting things done. I'm confident you can find the necessary ingots." "Here," I said, placing a shimmering storage ring on the table between us. "Five thousand ingots, a million gold coins. Should be enough, wouldn't you say?"

Taking all the things I have now? Argh, what kind of nonsense I am thinking now?! I should be focused on my class. I'm doomed if my professor calls me and– "Ms. Villacencio." Shit! Why so fast? "Y-Yes, sir?" I stood up carefully while trying to calm myself down, knowing that I didn't have any shit to answer to him. "Enumerate the nine rarest metals on Earth." "Gold, Osmium, Palladium, Platinum, Iridium, Ruthenium, Rhodium, Tellerium, and Rhenium," I stated without breathing until I finished the 'rhenium'.

But Thursday at Marlene’s was hers. He had shown her the workshop by then. It was a single large room at the back of the property, smelling of sawdust and linseed oil, lit by two industrial windows that faced east. Half-finished chairs stood in various states of assembly. A long table ran down one wall, covered in clamps, planes, chisels, small bottles of stain in colors that had handwritten labels: walnut, ebony, honey, ghost. Ghost, she had said. What’s ghost?

Without a word, he dropped it onto the table in front of me. I blinked down at it. The ore inside looked different from what we normally worked with. Dark silver veined faintly with something almost blue beneath the surface. Rare. Even I could tell that immediately. “What is it?” I asked softly. “Moonsteel.” My eyes widened slightly. I had heard of moonsteel. Never seen it. Bjorn crossed his arms. “Advanced forging today.” Then he pointed at the ore. “Sit with it.” I frowned slightly. “What?” “Listen to it.”