Novel & Cerita Sif's Golden Hair

She stood at the VIP bar, her leather clad legs getting attention from most of the men up there. And yes, it was flattering but she knew once she turned around, they would all look away. None of her scars showed from the back, which is why her top was gold and backless. She swirled her straw in the glass, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. “Good crowd,” he said. “Always is. Some high rollers in tonight.”

“ It doesn't make sense. You're my age but I've never seen you before. Did you sign into this school just yesterday? What is it that you want? And why did you dye your hair black?” Stunned, Kira raises a strand of her hair and sees its golden blonde color. “ You're really smart aren't ya? ” she smiles. As she blinks her black pupils turn to their original golden color. To Sophie's astonishment, the rest of her hair turns to gold too. Shaken, she staggers back to the wall. “ Wha... What the heck are you? ” she stammered, her feet trembling. “ I am, Kira! ” Kira chuckled and licks one of her knives. The markings glow gold.

“Just Sierra.” “Okay, Sierra. Is it true that your hair is silver?” He smacked lightly Gray’s shoulder and joked, “It’s not like I don’t trust you, kiddo. Just that… the only time I see someone’s with silver hair means that they’re terribly old! HAHA!” Seeing that no ones laughed at his poor joke, Keith coughed and stared at Sierra hopefully. It’s been a long time since she felt like she wanted to poke someone’s eyes out from the sockets. “Keith, right? You’re ridiculously rude.”

Hailey stood to the side, smirking quietly. However, Ashton just glanced briefly at the photos and said dismissively, "Mrs. Fisher, it looks like your Photoshop skills could use some work." Even though Mom tried hard to maintain her composure, she finally snapped after several failed attempts. She threw down her phone and gave up all pretense. "Fine! You and Caroline are working together to piss us off, aren't you! Either way, she indeed has cancer. Even if she gets down on her knees and begs me, I'm not paying for her treatment!"

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Is the obsidian blade ready, or are we going to stand here and wait for the sun to swallow the Citadel?" Sofia’s voice was a resonant chime of sapphire and steel. She stood in the shadow of the Royal Garrison’s outer wall, her silver hair shimmering like a ghost in the violet twilight. Her jade-sapphire skin was barely covered by tactical leather, the Heartstone in her chest pulsing with a low, dangerous hum. She wasn't the girl who had cleaned pots in the Montague kitchen; she was a predator stalking a goddess.

The dining hall is still getting filled; everyone making small talk, many blatantly staring at me as we wait to start. “Is that the real colour of your hair?” A tiny voice suddenly asks and I find myself staring at a wide-eyed twelve year old kid. “Annalise!” Her mother scolds. “Please ignore her manners.” “I don’t mind.” I reply with a smile. “And… nope. I washed my hair with gold sawdust for a year to a get this shade.” I say and she laughs. “No way…” “Yes way, my skin turned golden too. If you look deep, you’ll see.” I reply.

And as soon as she came out, the mighty structure became invisible. Her thick, long hair fell down her back in a golden waterfall style. It appeared to be formed of pure liquid gold as it shimmered and shined in the sunlight. Her eyes, too, had an ethereal brightness that shone and sparkled like silver coins in her eyes. She wore a flowing white gown with elaborate embroidery and gem accents.

BEEP BEEP BEEP my alarm goes off for training. wake up sleepy head I hear someone say. I turn and look around there is no one in my room but I could have swore,... I must be going crazy I think to myself. your not crazy I hear the voice say and that's when it dawn's on me, are you my wolf I ask? nice to officially meet you savannah, I'm Sadie and yes I'm your wolf .Today I turn 18 I met my wolf and I will find my mate, See I am a werewolf, my name is Savannah gold and I am from the gold moon pack. My father is alpha Damon gold, he is 6 foot 7 and has tan skin black hair and emerald green eyes, my mother Luna lucille gold is quite the opposite with a petite form at only 5 foot 2, fair skin, r

I greet him as I leave his office to go to the jeweller. “Smooth move,” Gunther grins, “he knows he lost the never existing battle for her” “She was always ours in every possible way. We own her. She’s smart enough to know that and her wolf will always want the strongest possible mate.” At the jeweller we settle for a golden hairpin. At the top there’s a phoenix, symbolising her rise here in Golden Claw.