Sango Gold Dust Black Novels & Stories

Ganzorig was much taller than the average Salamander. His hair was in a top knot and he had a long thin nose that was aquiline and raptorlike. His skin was bronzed while his eyes, always half-open, belied his violent nature. He wore chain mail on his huge arms and steel gauntlets on his hands; wide chains crisscrossed his bare chest. This was the trademark attire of the Kanebori-shu or Gold-diggers. They were fire Slayers lured from distant regions by the gold rush, renowned for their skill in demolitions and explosives like nitroglycerine. Many of them had been recruited by the Khaganate to become siege-engineers and sappers in wartime.

The "First Transaction" of the collector was not a trade of currency, but a trade of "Archetypes." The "Avatar of the Past"—the eighteen-year-old Silas Blackwood—stood in the center of the "Grey Static" left by the Merchant’s deletion. He was a masterpiece of "Alpha Purity," his gold-and-sapphire skin glowing with a shadowless, clinical brilliance. He carried the "Original Silver Dagger," and his stormy sea-grey eyes were two solid pools of unadulterated pride.

Gold didn’t seem to want to do anything to the remaining survivors she just stood there and start to count. “1… 2…. 3 ...4 ...um… about 5 peoples.” Said Gold before controlling her black fog power shaping in the form of ropes and capturing all the people within the hall. The black rope that forms from her power sap all the strength from the survivors' body within a minute before all of them lie down on the floor without any power to resist, not even to open their mouth and groan. Gold waiting for a moment before the footsteps of two people resound within the hall. She immediately turned to kneel in that direction. Zhu Wushang who’s leading silver into the hall. He nodded at Gold to have her

A single figure emerged. She was tall, her frame strong but graceful, her hair a mane of black threaded with silver. Her eyes glowed bright amber, piercing through Kaelen as if stripping him bare. She wore no armor, only a cloak of fur across her shoulders, and her hands ended in claws that gleamed faintly in the dim light. “You walk dangerous ground, elf,” she said, her voice a growl tempered with authority. Then her gaze shifted to Kaelen, lingering on the faint glow beneath his skin. “And you bring with you the fire.”

Claire pouted as she trudged over and stuck her lip out once Alisha’s hands covered her eyes. With some help, we rolled Franky over so I could pull down his underwear and start carving into his junk with his own knife. The few males on the cage paled and had to look away, but many of the women looked on with satisfaction. No doubt this asshole abused more than a few of them. Reaching up to my sleeve where my packet of silver dust was still hidden with duct tape, I took a small pinch out and started spreading it into all of the cuts I made. Now it wouldn’t heal quickly, helping to spread the story of our new sickness.

I immediately start to spot the differences and the hope dies out in my chest. “You are mistaken dragon. The aura that we see here is not the same colors. It still has the same beautiful silvery glow and the warmth of the pink. However, there are differences. The silver is now outlined with gold and there is black in the middle. We know what black in a soul means. She is tainted. She could not be our mate” I tell him as I flick the image away. He seems to ponder what I said for a moment and then he gives up. I still think you should call me something else. Being called dragon just feels wrong.

Hearing my mother’s voice made me at ease, the magic of mothers, I did not add anything and just hung up on the call, thinking about that night, I was reminded of what had happened… heading back to the small I found two black SUVs on the entrance, on the front door stood, a man in a gray suit, fancy for a wolf pack. “Miss Salvatore, I am the delta of the silver wave pack, we heard of your arrival from your grandfather,” he said, standing tall in his place in front of my door. “ Thank you for the welcome Mister… a name would be nice to have.” I replied. Laughing he lowered his head “ Micheal Dearson”

She paused before adding playfully, "Though if we're being honest, Ethan can hardly be called secondhand." The sweetness in her voice only made the words sting more. "He's more like a rare diamond—tested by time and proven authentic. Or perhaps a perfectly aged vintage wine." Belle's smile turned mischievous. "The unfortunate part is that you'll never get to sample either." For a moment, Sylvia simply stared at her. The elegant mask she had carefully maintained was beginning to crack. "You've developed quite a sharp tongue," Sylvia said coldly. Belle chuckled. "And you've developed quite a short temper."

"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.

Santigo leaned back in his chair, the flickering light casting long shadows across the room. His smile stretched wider, full of mockery and malice, as his gaze shifted lazily between Danial, Pavan, and Crystal. "Took you long enough," he drawled, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "I was almost about to start another session with Kuro, but you arrived on time. Tsk tsk, what a pity."