Tears Of Gold Book Novels & Stories

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

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.

he instructed as he opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two gold goblets. I washed my hands gladly. Gold and gemstones were, surprisingly, filthy. “Why is the gold so dirty?” I asked him as I joined him at the table. “Coins pass through many hands,” he replied. “Before they enter a dragon’s hoard.” “Being left lying around on the floor probably doesn’t help, either.” I sliced a piece of the meat. “It’s almost as if the dragon finds no value in it. His books are in pristine order in the library, but the precious gems are crushed underfoot.” I had discretely removed the shards of the two stones I had destroyed underfoot and had been relieved to find they were not the only two to experie

The ink on the book’s pages twisted, spinning like a tiny whirlpool. Then, out of the black ink, a single drop of gold floated up. It hung in the air, letting out a high, awful scream. “That’s him!” Gabe shouted. “That’s the soul of the Auditor!” The gold drop didn’t run. It stretched and grew into the shape of a tiny child, all gold. It looked just like any child, except its eyes were spinning clock faces.

Is he in love with someone else? Suddenly I felt something flowing through my cheeks. His eyes widened, bewildered by my sudden change of emotion. Slowly, he lifted his hand and touched my cheek. He wiped the tear off with his thumb. Then his other hand also held my other side of the cheek and wiped the tear off just like what he did to the other side. He became worried. Who would cry without any reason at all? Probably I'm confusing him. "W-why are you crying, Gold?" He asked.

"This is a holy book Carol. Yes, you have guessed it quite right, It was written ages ago. " The old lady and the maid both looked at the book which was brick red colored with tints of golden and ocean blue patterns which were looking like they were like carved with some kind of object or metal. The outer cover of the book was literally made of gold and silver and in it was tucked a dagger which had some blood stains on it.

Her face streaked red, tears cutting through. “Not Katherine,” she begged, voice shredded and raw. “Not her. Please… leave her alone.” My heart dropped. Not because of the words. Not because of her tears. But because when her eyes lifted to mine— They weren’t silver anymore. They were gold??

Red Tear Immortal Gold! It was said that in the Archean Period, there was an immortal who lived freely. He slept in the dew and dined on the wind, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. He was untainted by the human world. When he was sad and crying, red tears flowed out of his immortal eyes and his rage was enough to burn all the evil in the world. His tears were called Red Tear Immortal Gold. It was a kind of divine material that could be used to forge Divine Artifacts or even Immortal Artifacts.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

Chen raised the knife on the air and the sun rays strikes the skin of the knife that made a straight light onto the fountains water circling around the middle source of the water inside it. Me and Chen looked at the rays on the water. They were surprisingly speechless of what they are seeing. Lots of gold coins and treasure seductively twinkling giving an attraction to the eyes. And I saw the old beggar scoop a cup of water on the fountain. The old beggar drinks the water from the fountain and a blink of an eye, he disappeared.