The Golden Truth Novels & Stories

Thomas said, “It has to do with something urgent, but it’s not convenient for me to tell you about it now. Do you know anything about the Prescription of Golden Medicine? I need to know where I can get it.” Adery answered, “The Prescription of Golden Medicine is a prescription that originates from Arman Seymour, the Master of Medicine. It's said that this prescription has some magical and miraculous effects! For example, it can produce a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Someone wanted to buy the prescription for $100,000,000, but the descendants of the Seymour family ignored him. You won't be able to buy the prescription with money.

“The Truth Ritual.” My blood ran cold. “No.” Kael’s voice broke from the side, savage. He ripped free from the guards, power flooding the chamber. “You won’t touch her with that.” The Councilor’s eyes snapped to him. “You forget your place, heir. The ritual is law. If she has nothing to hide, she will endure it. If she refuses—” “Then she’s guilty,” Selene finished softly, her smile sweet. My knees weakened. The Truth Ritual. I’d heard whispers about it since my first day at Silverfang, half myth, half nightmare. Silver chains binding skin, blood dripping into ancient runes, power forcing lies into fire. Most survived. Some didn’t.

Tell those I’m trying to save what I hoped to accomplish with as much confidence as I could manage. Fake it until you make it, right? She laughed, which seemed like a good sign. “I don’t know if your being serious right now, or if your just full of shit, young lady. But either way, your exactly right. We must never give up hope. Maybe we’ll get lucky and the Silver Myst will show up to save us.”

" After listening to my words, Andre finally understood the reason behind my unusual behavior. It was because I knew the truth. I knew all of it. Andre stopped struggling. His eyes became vacant, and his body went limp as my guards dragged him away. I dusted my dress and turned around, ready to welcome my new life—one that was filled with happiness.

Looking at Silver, we all heard Selene. “If it pleases you to learn a truth, then a secret shall be revealed. If not until the death of Sally, shall you all remain in strange.” Alpha Milo looked at Selene with curiosity, and he was a firm man with his choices, which didn’t surprise me as he answered in a strong tone. “Reveal to us what you hide. We have had enough surprises, Selene,” he held the woman by his side while the other remained behind them. “As you wish, Silver is within Gold, as Gold is working Silver, each has a task with their mates that hold their rivals body, to learn what they truly deserve from each other.”

Jake echoed, signaling for Selene, who walked in with a bowl. “The Balm of Truth,” she said. “Used since ancient times to compel honesty. She will speak the truth, whether she likes it or not.” Two guards gripped Ella’s shoulders. No...No, let go of me," She writhed, screamed, but Selene moved fast—smearing the balm across her lips and forehead. "Now we wait and let the truth come forth!" At first, nothing happened. Then her breathing changed. Shallow and erratic. Her mouth opened—words tumbling out in slurred confession.

At the same time, everyone had a complicated look on their faces. Darryl exhaled lightly and smiled. He walked forward and put on a serious expression to look at Gromo. Then he pointed at the Golden Pill in Gromo's hand. "I said that this Golden Pill has been in the Godly Secret Realm for too long. It has lost its effect. Furthermore, that doesn't belong to the mortal world. If you take it rashly, I'm afraid your life will be in danger."

It's amazing how she sees herself so differently when everyone around her dislikes her. "Hate to break it to you, Claire, but I'm afraid not everyone who witnessed your delusion agrees with you. You see, no one is perfect, everyone has their flaws and weaknesses. And honey, those who brag, don't have. If you keep saying how successful, how rich and how awesome your life is, then darling, your insecurity is showing. And what's with that gold metaphor? Don't you know that nothing lasts forever? Gold or no gold, you must always know the difference between being honestly pure gold or just simply gold-plated. You must understand that not everything is set in stone, what you call gold right now is

There's an interesting story behind the curse and the red coloured gold. In the ancient time when all the Gods were busy in the making of the world Tahruku was creating the possible ways to make wealth. While creating the wealth he realized that there's a sinner way too to make benefits. Which includes the blood of one another. And it disappointed him because he was the god of peace as well as wealth. And if mortals start to kill each alike to achieve their goals the peace will be destroyed. He went in a deep sleep and made his bed in the depths of the Pavtra island. He created red gold which symbolizes the truth of unfair wealth and the sinner side of humans. People believe that one day whe

"Amaka, if you are hearing this, it means the 'Silver' won. It means he tried to delete the truth. But the 'Gold' isn't in your memory, it's in your marrow. Don't trust the professor. Don't trust the quiet. Go to the Obeche tree. Look for the black frequency in the roots. You aren't a student anymore. You are the Signal." I dropped the phone on the bed, my breath hitching. I looked at the silver scar on my arm. For a split second, just the tiniest heartbeat, the white line flared a brilliant, defiant gold. The "Void" hadn't erased me. They had just put me on standby