Sango Gold Dust Black Novels & Stories

Never in their dreams did they expect this to happen. One of the mecha lifeforms said angrily, “Sanguine, are you going to accept this brat's control? He’s only in the middle stage of nine stars! Besides, he’s of a different species, so we can’t possibly share the same mind! Do you guys want to live under his shadow for the rest of your lives?!” The one known as Sanguine was a mecha beast with two wings on its back, a tiger head, a lion body, and a snake tail.

Tika was staring at her and her mouth was slightly parted, her eyes a bit wider. Before Tika her burning incense was a metallic silver color. The color would reflect the type of mate you had. Since Tika and Kal were both guardian it was silver. However the stream of smoke coming from Sybil’s was gold and bright. “Sybil…” She started sounding like it was hard to speak. “Are you going to be our Luna?” Sybil looked down at the stick and didn’t realize that was going to happen. Clearly Tika knew what that gold color meant. Her mate would be a Prime. Sybil met her gaze.

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

During one particularly busy period, I was sent to a neighboring territory where our contact was from Karl's pack. I froze when I saw her, taking a moment to compose myself. "Fiona, it's been a while." Fiona stared in surprise before smiling broadly and pulling me to sit beside her. "I never expected to see you here," she said, her voice warm with genuine pleasure. I explained my position with the collective, and after listening, Fiona sighed sadly. "You made the right choice leaving Karl's pack. Things aren't what they were." "After the failed ceremony, Karl disappeared for a month. When he returned, he began crafting ceremonial jewelry named for his 'true mate, Isabelle.' The pack council

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

The only thing remaining was a faint, silver mist that smelled of old paper and rain. Dante was beside me in an instant, his hands on my shoulders. "Elara! Are you alright? Your eyes... they were glowing." I looked up at him, my vision slowly returning to normal. "I’m fine. They’re gone. She was just... lonely, Dante. The whole bloodline was just a cycle of grief." I noticed my hands. The skin of my palms was stained with permanent, intricate black markings—faint patterns that looked like lace and daggers. It was the "Master Scribe" mark. I hadn't just survived the trial; I had claimed the full power of my lineage.

“Tell him Caspian Blackwood is here to see him.” The assistant hesitated, then nodded and hurried toward Salvador’s office. Minutes later, the old man emerged, a cigar clenched between his teeth. Caspian knew the type — men who hid dangerous secrets and would kill to protect them. “Caspian Blackwood,” Salvador greeted, laughter rumbling in his chest. “Salvatore La Rosa,” Caspian replied evenly. “Walking into your territory unarmed. You really think you can touch me?” Salvador chuckled. “You’ve always been stubborn. And selfish. But I didn’t expect you to come here uninvited.”

From the center of the mist, a figure stepped forward. She was wearing a gown of grey silk that seemed to be made of falling ash. Her hair was no longer gold; it was a pale, dead silver, and her eyes were empty sockets filled with swirling grey dust. She held the Shadow-Shard of the Mother-Lode, but it was no longer black. It was the color of a cataract.

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.