Legends About Gold Novels & Stories

"We've been together for seven years. You can work out how much of your money I've spent. "If you can't list out what you spent on me, then please pay me back the hundreds of thousands that you owe me. Otherwise, I'll be suing both you and this company of yours." She always talked about how money should not be mentioned when it came to relationships, yet the issue of money was omnipresent between us. She was an heiress in the upper class of Jetland, and everyone thought that she spent lavishly, but she had been spending the money that I had saved up to save my mother's life.

But for Lucas Valeriano, it was simply just another ordinary day, or perhaps even just another perfect excuse and opportunity to host another grand party, gather influential people, and show off his wealth and power to everyone. The whole mansion was beautifully decorated, filled with expensive flowers, bright lights, luxurious music, and crowded with hundreds of wealthy, high‑class guests chatting, laughing, and drinking happily everywhere. I stood near the main entrance wearing the most expensive, stunning white silk gown, wearing precious diamonds he had gifted me earlier that afternoon, smiling politely and elegantly at everyone who came to greet and congratulate us. Everyone praised me

“The real reason I asked you to come back is because there’s an important mission. Headquarters gave a direct order that it must be completed. “We’ve received reliable intelligence that there’s a massive gold deposit beneath Thousand Isles Lake in the southwest of the city. But the exact location is still unknown. “Because the deposit is underwater, the cost of extraction will be extremely high. If we can’t pinpoint the exact location first, it would cause enormous waste. That’s why I needed a professional like you. “There’s an old legend about that lake. They say it was formed during a major mining disaster back in the 1930s. “Back then, the team sent secret prospecting teams into remote mo

There was a purpose to his question, a hidden meaning I couldn’t quite grasp. “Most of them were just that, stories. But there were some old myths, particularly about divine gold,” I continued, my voice a low, thoughtful murmur. “They said it was the only substance that could pierce the hide of an otherwise unkillable being, a metal forged in the heart of a star, blessed by the gods themselves.” Hypatos brushed the topic off too quickly afterward, a sudden, almost forced shift in his demeanor. “Just a thought,” he said, his voice a little too casual, a little too dismissive. “A silly myth. Forget I mentioned it.” He stood up, his movements stiff, a sudden urgency in his demeanor that was out

Dorian almost smiles, the way warriors do when they speak of a legend they half don't believe in. "They call this one the Silver. The story goes that it's never lost a hunt. Came out of nowhere five years back and started bringing down whole rogue packs single-handed. Some of the younger warriors don't think it's a real wolf at all. Think it's a tale the King tells to keep the borders honest." "The Silver," I repeat, and file it away beside everything else I can't afford to feel tonight.

Compared to this, the other emeralds that he got were not even worth mentioning. Simultaneously, the happenings on the ground floor had immediately spread via word of mouth to the other floors of the Golden Tower. It was said that someone had bought dozens of ores, and every single ore was in the green, and the guy had gotten almost a billion from it! The rumor exploded almost instantly, and countless people rushed to the ground floor from the areas they were in, and soon it was packed like sardines, everyone pushing and fighting their way in to inquire whether it was real or not.

He had not spent a dime on me and there was no truth to the accusations of me being a gold digger. It looked like all my past outbursts and explanations had been twisted by Nevaeh's words. In his mind, the image of me as a gold digger was firmly planted. That whole mess was Nevaeh's doing, stirring trouble after every argument he had with me. The words were all too familiar, yet at this moment they made Caleb sick. Without Nevaeh, he would not have such a warped view of love. However, by the time he figured it out, it was too late.

“That may be so; my mother always told stories about the outside world. Everyone called her crazy, but now I realize that her stories were real, most of them, and I think The Gold Star might be real. Do you know how to get there?” Silence reigned again in the dining room. “The Golden Star is a myth, a hidden city that reveals your greatest dreams, born of impossible love between a princess and a mercenary. The story goes that they loved each other so much that when their families objected, they ran north by sea until they found a refuge in the forest where no one would dare to look because of the tricky road. They were able to raise a family and spent the rest of their lives building their o

Dragons are known to be great hoarders and if you manage to kill one then you have the right of conquest to claim its gold. Althreya thought that there might be enough gold here to help her people survive the cold winter but it might be enough to feed the whole world for a hundred years. Strangely enough, objects magically appear out of nowhere and drop randomly on the piles of gold. Other than precious gems and shining ores, there are also numerous weapons scattered everywhere ranging from swords, spears, shields, and even magical relics and tomes. Somehow she recognized some of them as weapons of legendary heroes dating back from the Age of Gods or even further. This dragon must have been