Tears Of Gold Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Saeris exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and forced herself deeper, past the crimson rot, past the beast's watchful presence, down to where the thread split, one half leading to that thing, the other half leading to him. And there, at the split, buried so deep she almost missed it— Was gold. Oh, thank the Saints. She grabbed it, whatever metaphysical bullshit Binders did when touching things that shouldn't exist, and pulled, coaxing the gold forward, spreading it outward like light through dark water, weaving it around the rotting sections until gold and crimson tangled and the darkness started to retreat. Slowly. So slowly. Then—faster. The gold caught like fire on dry

Another tear slipped from my eyes. . . . . . TBC

His skin was grey, covered in a thick layer of dust and dried gore. But his eyes... they were open. And they were glowing a fierce, predatory gold. He was using his bare teeth to gnaw on a piece of obsidian, trying to widen the gap. When he saw me, he froze. The golden light in his eyes flickered, and for a second, the man returned. The "God of War" looked at me through the crack in the rocks, and a single, crystalline tear tracked through the dust on his cheek. "Elara," he croaked, the sound like two stones grinding together.

“Isolde’s powers… whatever they are… are waking up. Sir, she caused a complete power failure in the east wing. Lights exploded above her. The residual readings—” “We don’t speak of readings here.” Ronen’s voice cut like a blade. “Continue.” “She touched a switch and the spark wasn’t blue,” the teacher whispered. “It was… gold.” The room fell silent. Gold. Even speaking the color felt forbidden. Gold belonged to the Bloodseer. Gold belonged to the night every pack learned to fear. Gold belonged to the girl who burned herself into light and tore the Shadow King out of existence. Gold belonged to Rain. Not to a stranger. Not to a Redwood student.

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

Merra approaching them. Tbc

It was impossible for me to read them all. I looked outside again. The sky was starting to darken. I should go back before it gets darker. As I moved to pick up my bag from the table, the corner of my eye caught something. A book on the bottom row of the shelf looked different from the thick gray-covered books. It was a pale yellow book with golden curvy writing on the side. I crouched down, took the book, and read the title. MYSTERIES OF GOLDEN VALLEY THROUGH THE AGES

The book is making cracking and popping sounds. As I rush over to the fireplace, my hand reaches for the book, but the intense searing on my hand causes me to wrench my arm back, keeping it against my chest. A tear falls down my cheek as I watch it scrunch into nothing. Ash falling to the bottom of the fireplace. I feel a warm hand come into touch with mine, pulling it away from my chest, while they run their fingers over the source of the pain, causing me to recoil back. I hear a sigh before being lifted off the floor by hands, corridors passing me by in a haze owing to my crying.

It is said that tears contain some kind of healing powers and can rejuvenate and heal someone who has been cut or bruised. Elena decides to give it a try. She gets a small knife and cuts herself on one of her palms. She pours the drop of tears on her cut and instantly her wound is healed in a blink of an eye. She became really surprised, feeling like some sort of a God having tears which could heal. She didn't allow it to get to head but she was extremely happy that her tears could actually heal. She picks up a book glowing from a shelf. It looked rather enchanting than dangerous. In front she sees an embedded lock with a key in it.

The others received instructions to leave the room, and soon she was hugged by Frank on the bed, his tall figure enveloping her small soul, the man's breath hot and passionate. Right after that, a hand slipped inside her clothes, she reached out to stop her but couldn't, in her mind the image of Iris every beautiful gesture appeared in her mind. If she had succeeded just now, she might have been able to make love to Iris, perhaps she wouldn't have felt regret like now. - Honey, show me a little bit of your remaining value. The room closed the sound. Iris looks for a glass to drink. He sat in front of the glass, looking very lonely, in the space only the sound of his breathing and the sound o