The Golden Truth Novels & Stories

For the golden-eyed figure was correct. No matter how far I ran. No matter how much I fought. The truth would always be there, waiting. And one day— I may no longer be able to deny it.

“After inspecting the building earlier this morning, I took note of the layouts. The security room is next to where the money is being kept. Actually, all the money was encoded into a system drive.” “That implies, I will be needing a flash drive for the operation.” I said. “Yes boss. As usual, you are as smart as always.” “If we’re going to penetrate the casino, we have to go in as big shots. I heard that the old geezer gave out free gold coins to the people he wants in attendance. That’s gonna be a tough one for us.” Ice cold said. Rachel scoffed.“I thought as much.” She silently said.I glanced at her.“Wanna say something?” I asked.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

Since Golden's plans to be low-key had proven to be useless, he decided to show off and tell the truth. "The truth is that I'm immune to any illusion, so there was nothing wrong with the spell. I can't fall into an illusion unless I want." The teacher and Aizu have weird looks as they heard Golden because that was difficult to believe. Aizu didn't want to believe that someone of her generation had such immunity, but at the same time, she wanted to believe. After all, if what Golden said was true, then there wasn't any problem with her spell, but if he was lying, then her illusion was flawed.

He staggered backward, clutching his stomach as he screamed hysterically. "No way! That's impossible! I saw him get encased in the concrete with my own eyes. He had already lost all his limbs. "How could he have hidden a recorder pen? You're lying! Gabriella, you're lying to me!" As soon as he spoke, he froze on the spot. Gabriella calmly rose from the couch. "It's true. I lied about the recorder pen, but I know everything—you colluded with Oliver and leaked classified narcotics intelligence, causing the death of hundreds of our comrades. You even killed Daniel to silence him and fabricated evidence to frame Victor."

They stood like that for a long time, the warm light of the hallway settling over both of them, photographs of a family neither of them had ever fully known bearing quiet witness to a grief thirty years overdue for finally being shared. At the far end of the hallway, a final chamber waited, small and quiet, lit by a single soft light. At its center, suspended inside a block of clear crystal, sat the Third Key. Elara reached for it instinctively. Her fingers stopped an inch from the crystal's surface, some instinct warning her before Jonathan's voice confirmed it. "Memory alone is not enough," he said. New words shimmered into view above the crystal, carved deep into the stone behind it. "Onl

The first scroll then began to glow. The one containing the truth. Its seal cracked open by itself. A brilliant golden light flooded the room. The truth Magnus had hidden for generations... Was finally about to be revealed.

Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the Third Crown exploded with truth. And Thomas finally understood. The thing wasn't a First One. It wasn't one of Cassian's masters. It wasn't even from this world. Then the truth hit him. Hard. The thing beneath the throne. The sleeping terror. It was beginning to wake. Then the Bastion voice echoed one final time. "FINAL KEY ACTIVATED." A golden beam erupted from the highest tower. Brighter than every key before it.

"I don't know how. But we're going to find the battery. We're going to plug you back in." "I am not a machine." "Then we'll find the soul," Elion said. "Whatever it is you traded. We'll buy it back." "With what currency?" Elion looked at the notebook. He looked at the history they were writing. "With the truth," Elion said. "We'll sell the story. The real story. Not the reality show version. The truth." "The truth is dangerous." "The truth is valuable," Elion corrected. "And we're sitting on a gold mine."