The Golden Haired Elementalist Novels & Stories

"But you know what's worse? When I found a century-year old Goldeater Cane a few years ago, I was about to refine it when someone leaked the news, and Sage Lake Sect took it!" Burt rambled on, fueled by alcoholic rage. "I found the Elemental Wonder myself, using all my resources, but Sage Lake Sect simply told me that I didn't need it and took it!" Bang! He slammed his fist on the table with rage. "A Goldeater Cane?" Frank was surprised to hear that name, since it was the gold Elemental Wonder. Before this, he had already used various methods to gather the fire, water, and earth Elemental Wonders. Now, he just needed the gold and wood Elemental Wonders to recover his peak form.

He stomped away from the desk, swearing under his breath as he made a circuit of the room. "I saw gems like that in Persiana. Agent was using... He was taking the..." Hades was choking on the words, not because he couldn't explain what was happening but because he was obviously upset by it. "That little psycho has a process that drains no-furs and infuses gemstones with their auras." "What are you saying, Elementalist?" Liam's breathing was becoming shallow. "It better not be that this is all that's left of my Cook." He grabbed Hades by the throat, the earrings scattering on the ground. "Tell me that's not what you are saying."

With a trembling hand, I put a lock of hair behind my ear as I was staring at the sisters. Xalvy glided over to me, caressed my face with both hands and held my head high from under my chin. Looking me straight in the eye. “The Fifth Element is never wrong when choosing its elemental guardians.” Still holding my face in her hand, she was looking at me as if she was searching for something. “Take it from me, sweet Kalama, as Life itself I know this is how it is supposed to be.” She smiled and for the first time it touched her eyes.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

They shimmer, ethereal. Even Auden’s brows raise as he observes them each in turn, thinking that the display they make is…well, it’s very beautiful. Each of the girls is beautiful. Though none, none competes at all with the Golden Doe at their front. “At the Beginning,” the Bard intones. “The Goddess created only singular elemental forms to represent their species. And at the head of them all, there was…the Great Stag.” A cheerful roar goes up in the room and Mahl raises his arms, laughing and turning in a circle so all his people can see him in his role as the most powerful of them all. A role he plays quite well.

Reclaiming three elemental seals hadn't just stabilized the world’s sky; it had unlocked something profound and ancient within our triple braided mark. It started as a low, ambient hum beneath my skin, like the quiet, persistent vibrations of a harp string plucked in an empty, sacred hall. The golden wildfire of royal light, the starry cosmic shadow of the Ironclaw lineage, the deep sea blue of the Water Seal, and the newly forged lotus flame were no longer separate threads of magic. They had dissolved into a single, seamless, fluid current that flowed back and forth between our bodies with every breath we drew.

I assumed that they were the council members. To the left stood a tall man somewhere in his thirties at a guess, his short crop of bright red hair gave away who he was. Crowley Bravon, an Elementalist, his abilities were as you would expect, he had control over all four of the elements, fire water earth and air. It was one of the cooler races I had read about. He was known, according to what Cole had said in one of his lessons, for his love of beasts and promotion of animal welfare rights.

Had not appeared for thousands of years. Why would they come now? Why would they step onto the battlefield? And then... Everyone saw her, a girl with golden hair, she sat upon the back of the great black stag, her hair shone beneath the snow and golden light flowed around her. Her presence illuminated the darkness itself, the cursed blood of the Umbreals evaporated merely from touching her light. The creatures screamed and their bodies dissolved. The ancient beasts moved beside her and wherever they passed... The Umbreals vanished.

"Thank you for hosting us." "Alpha Ezra, Luna Seraphina, Elder Morrigan," Alric replied formally. "Welcome to Moonveil Pack." But Elder Morrigan's attention was already fixed on me, her pale eyes studying me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. When she spoke, her voice was soft but carried with perfect clarity. "So," she said, never breaking eye contact with me, "you are the Golden Wolf who has awakened the old connections." It wasn't a question, and something about the way she said "old connections" made Lyra bristle with instinctive alarm.

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.