Saint Seiya Gold Saints 소설 & 이야기

’ I asked being a little sassy towards the voice and hopefully showing her who is boss. ‘I did hear and no need to be snippy, my name is Sapphire and like the precious gem we are very special which you will see when we have our 1st shift. I’ve been granted permission early to speak to you and create a bond from Selene the Moon Goddess, but I don’t know anymore than that.’ Sapphire replied to Aurora with just as much sass as she gave her.

"I have an announcement to make. As you all know, our pack has been without a Luna for a while now. But tonight, I proudly present to you our new Luna, Lyra!" The pack erupted into cheers and applause, their faces beaming with excitement. I forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort. Sage's hand wrapped around mine, pulling me closer as he led me to the center of the dance floor. The music began with a slow melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart. Sage's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing as we swayed to the music. I felt like a puppet on strings, dancing to his tune. As the dance went on he didn’t say a word but stared deep within my soul making my heart hammer, Sage's vo

I shivered as the delicate sensation raised goosebumps all over my body. "What? What's wrong?" He backed up. "Nothing." I explained the situation. His eyes narrow, he stepped up to me, hand raised in the air again. I took a deep breath, settled my mind, and slid my palm against the middle of the huge dragon claw. Having no idea what I was doing, but knowing what I wanted to achieve, I began sorting through the different strands of Saint's spiritual plane. While touching him, I saw him as I saw the other guys in my group. His color triad was the green gold of his scales, a dark brown that reminded me of his eyes, and a kiss of pink that seemed somehow both out of place and perfectly natural f

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

Kael whispered, stepping toward him, “look at me.” Auren looked up. His eyes blazed gold. Not warm gold. Not living gold. God-gold. Kael froze. Auren’s lips trembled. “Kael,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Run.” Kael shook his head. “I’m not leaving you.” Auren’s eyes flickered—gold to normal, normal to gold— light and shadow fighting for dominance. “Please,” Auren begged, voice cracking. “Please—Kael—run—before I—”