Mine To Hold Novels & Stories

The easiest marks in the world. “Two hundred million dollars. Not a penny less.” Carter blew a smoke ring, tapping the mine’s survey map. “This deposit contains a rare mineral, ‘moonstone.’ It can significantly boost your wolves’ healing abilities. Mr. Damon, I know you’re not short on cash, and this is a strategic asset.” Two hundred million? This was robbery. Damon sat beside me, his face an unreadable mask. But the cold radiating from him had dropped the room temperature to freezing.

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

I wasn’t sure if that was a sign. But I held onto it anyway.

“While the minerals aren’t all from Dormut, we figured out that they were unstable in our world too. I had to play around with different ways of stabilizing them.” “Does Carlton have any kind of access to them as we speak?” my father questioned. King Aragon shook his head. “Not unless he has his own stash. After the war, I had the minerals hidden in a vault under the family land. As of this moment, only Clayton and I can access that vault.” Must be because of the power transfer. “So, what about his followers?” Azalea asked. “With King Hunter’s permission, we had them locked up, but we’re not stupid enough to believe that we actually got all of them,” Ellora mentioned.

I asked casually. Ryan tilted his body to face me. “Is there anything you want to know?” “Anything?” He nodded. My brow quirked. I could think of a few things but I also did not want to pry or worse, ask him anything that would make him run away.. “Let’s take a rain check on that. I will save my question for something more important. As for the mines…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “They have magic ore. All the different kinds all the way up to platinum.”

Lee said by pointing towards me. "And the person to whom you call an Gold digger is his future wife your queen" Their was a pin drop silence in the class as I look towards Allen and she is shacking because of loud voice. "Lee take her out we talk to her outside not here ,you scaring my baby love" I command her and hug Allen tightly. "Shhhh.. baby it's ok calm down, take a deep breath love" I hate it when someone did this to my love, only I can do this to her, no one else.

"Next time, remind me to put up an act to eat in my room," I told Davina. She laughed. "Well, you won't be eating there after today. You'll be joining the master in his dining." I deadpanned. My eyes grazed hers when I found her holding my hand.

I asked. Mina stared back at me. “What do you mean? I fuck too.” I shook my head. “That is not what I mean. That is a PTS. Something like that shouldn't exist in the North. Tech like that is banned.” Mina looked at the stick. She spoke casually, as if she were discussing the weather. “I got it the same way I got the recording crystal you used on your mother. I hoard things, Sera. Is you forgetting my mother was from the South?”

he faltered, "given the circumstances, and considering the potential risk she still postures, maybe a diverse approach is essential." Aveline's ears livened up. "What do you have in intellect?" "Detainment," Senior Brandt announced, "but not inside our region." "Where, at that point?" Killian inquired, confused. "The ancient mines," Senior Ingrid recommended. "They are deserted, secure, and far away sufficient from the pack lands to avoid any elude or impact." Aveline considered the thought. The ancient mines were in fact separated and well-defended, an antique from a bygone time when the pack had mined for silver. It was a cruel discipline, but maybe a fundamental one.

Then the pieces began to fall into place so quickly it made my head spin. “And we have one,” I said slowly, my voice rising with realization. “No… not just one. A mine.” My eyes widened. “There’s a Geira mine near the lake. It’s in the older records—restricted files. I catalogued them last month.” Damon nodded once. “Exactly.” A strange mix of disbelief and adrenaline surged through me. “So… we use that?” “As leverage,” he confirmed. “We offer access to the mine in exchange for their help.”