Old But Gold Means Novels & Stories

the Old-Jackson spoke from the Heart-Throne. He sat sixty feet above us, his throne pulsing with the rhythmic, wet thud of ten thousand living hearts. He was eighty years old, his skin like translucent silk, his golden eyes the only thing that hadn't decayed. He looked like a man who had become a god simply by outliving everyone else.

Grand Old Master Yorks deliberately tried to beat Grand Old Master Ares and said, “Dylan Ares, you reek with the smell of money, so how could you give such a small amount to my little great-grandson?” Grand Old Master Ares retorted, “Oh, I’ve forgotten that the child is your great-grandson as well. You can’t just claim him without offering anything, right? Come now, tell us, what are you planning to give him?” “The Yorks Stronghold has nothing but gold mines. I’ll be giving him a hill in Yorks Stronghold.”

Old paintings cover the walls; banderoles are hanging from the ceiling, and once again, my eyes land on the staff stuck in the stone. "Gosh, I would kill for a glass of water..." John exhales. I don't listen to him. Like a whisper from a woman, a strange accent sounds inside my head, and my heart picks up speed. Deliberately, I walk for the staff as if put under a trance. "Marina?" I don't hear John's voice. I'm still walking for that rock with the old staff stuck in its middle. It's shimmering under the sunray, bright and colorful as if designed for a mage.

"We have placed the ginkgo on the basket and my youngling picked it up and ate it as it is." "There's your problem," Fyn pointed out, squeezing his nose once more when the stench of the ginkgo became too much again. He could never get used to its rotten smell. Despite tasting amazing, a ginkgo fresh from the tree has such a horrendous smell. "Your youngling ate it wrong. Tell me, is your youngling's body full of itchy bumps and blisters?" The Nǣp's eyes widened, "That is exactly what happened to my youngling, mortal!"

"I can handle it." He looked like he wanted to argue, but our contact was now moving closer to us “You are late.” “ Sorry. Traffic. “ Grandfather said as he threw the bag filled with gold to him. “Now spill it.” I said, getting impatient. “Let me check it first,” he replied with a cocky grin and then crouched, inspecting the gold carefully. When he finished, he straightened and looked us over but I lowered my gaze, trying to hide my face.

The old man felt a surge of anger within him and he growled, “I wouldn't -” “Hold on, old man. Don't take final decision in haste. Before jumping to the conclusion, how about we talk about your lost golden secret possession - ‘Solara's Enigma’.” Nathan dropped a bomb on Mr. Moore and the old man went still seeing him extending a photo, of Nathan holding a golden box in his hand, that slipped the ground beneath his feet. “Solara,” gasped loudly the old man, rooting in his place completely.

"This is a holy book Carol. Yes, you have guessed it quite right, It was written ages ago. " The old lady and the maid both looked at the book which was brick red colored with tints of golden and ocean blue patterns which were looking like they were like carved with some kind of object or metal. The outer cover of the book was literally made of gold and silver and in it was tucked a dagger which had some blood stains on it.

I ask, keeping my voice steady. “To keep the light burning,” the keeper says cryptically. I move closer to him, my sword at the ready. “And what else?” He looks up at me, his eyes seeming to bore into my soul. “You seek the Golden Coin,” he says quietly. My heart starts pounding. This is it. We’ve finally found it. “Where is it?” I demand, drawing my sword. The old man looks at me, his eyes filled with an ancient wisdom. “You can’t just take it,” he says. “The coin has been hidden here for centuries, protected by me and my predecessors. It’s not for you to claim.”

"Fine." Ethan left the classroom. --- The old baseball field was located behind the athletics building. It was surrounded by a chain-link fence and a row of trees. It had been abandoned for many years. Grass had grown tall around the edge, the old bleachers faded under years of weather and neglect. Nobody went there anymore. Ethan pushed through the hole in the fence and looked around, calling out, "Blake?" There was no answer. He walked farther, the sun slowly setting behind the trees, filling the sky with orange and pink colors.

Harley said softly almost a whisper. “You son of a bitch!!!” the man grabbed Harley’s neck. Cough, cough, cough. “P-p-please let me see Amanda” he pleaded again. “Not going to happen” suddenly the voice that everyone feared was heard. “Get out. Calm your emotions. He just wanted to plead to Amanda like before” Old Master Golding said. “Pa-pa” Harley greeted the old man. As soon as he said his greetings, the old man’s cane hit his stomach.