The Golden Truth Novels & Stories

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading. Stay tuned—the most dangerous truths have yet to be revealed. — Excel Arthur

"We'll talk about it some other time, I have to go. I'll call you later man." I ended the call and quickly checked out Echoview Magazine's website. The article about Shay was also there and I smirked when I read the headline right above a picture of her standing inside her office with a file in her hand, looking to the side; 'SAN FRANCISCO'S GOLDEN GIRL SECRETLY WORKING AT CARTWRIGHT & EVANS HOLDINGS!'

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My stomach twisted with the fear and anticipation curling inside me like a living thing. He gestured, and the silver dust flared in the light. “This is the Trial of Truth. Only one who is sincere will leave this circle alive. Those who lie… will die. Choose your actions wisely, Kaelis Dreadmoor. The people of Silvermaw will watch and they will cheer your fall if you fail. They will honor your strength if you survive.” A voice in the crowd hissed, sharp, cruel: “Burn the spy! Burn her alive!”

“Believe it or not, the so-called superpowers of the world are superpowers because of us. And the incredible thing is, they don’t even care who we are, what we are and what we do. They are all just after their power. That’s all. So, we used this to our advantage and we waited, and we waited, and we waited. We kept producing goods and making profit in the black market. We waited seven years for our chance. This Golden Leaf is the chance we have been waiting for. A few days ago our scientists made a discovery that this particular Golden Leaf has a special chemical that allows us to reproduce, replicate and mould it into whatever we want. My scientists told me that within just ten days, we coul

Elio said as he drew out four more shimmering gold instruments, placing them alongside the Buddha's Heart and passing them to Old Madam Jones. Old Madam Jones took them gingerly, letting May slip on her fancy glasses with the floral frames, and peered closely at the ancient seal script etched into the gold. She ran her fingers over the characters, whispering, "Tribulation, Salvation, Virtue, Healing, Justice... These are the legendary Five Golden Instruments, timeless treasures beyond measure!"

I grabbed the crystal like I meant to throw it, like if it shattered, at least the truth would be loud and final. And in that split second, Something flared. A golden light bloomed inside the crystal. Not a reflection. Not lantern light. A living, molten glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. I froze mid-motion, breath caught in my throat, arms locked in the air. The crystal burned warm in my palms. Gold. Real gold. Alive. And the light didn’t just glow. It answered.

The air vibrated, and the hum deepened until I felt it through my ribs. Then, a voice filled the chamber. Not an echo. Not the Echo-Binder. Not my mother. But something vast and layered. “FIRST TRIAL: TRUTH.” My breath caught. Kael’s hand twitched toward me. “Truth?” Mara swore. “That’s going to be unnecessarily symbolic, isn’t it?” The voice continued, steady and resonant: “THE TRUTH OF SELF. THE TRUTH OF WILL. THE TRUTH OF FEAR.” Great, I thought. Three truths. No pressure.

he asked. “Because you know me,” she whispered. “You know the scar on my right hand from when I fell off your bike. You know the lullaby you used to hum when you couldn’t sleep. You know what I smell like after a thunderstorm.” Every word tugged at his chest, familiar and sharp. Then the golden one spoke. “Memory can be replicated,” she said evenly. “Love can be imitated. But truth cannot.” He turned toward her. “And what’s your truth?”

Gold is beautiful. It shines like the sun, it never tarnishes, and the whole world chases it. But standing here, buried under layers of silk, lace, and diamonds, I realized one cruel truth. Gold makes the strongest chains. And right now, I was walking willingly into mine.