The Golden Years Book Novels & Stories

Their silence is a tactic, meant to unnerve, but I refuse to falter. “Here he is, the Alpha Talon,” Elder Marcellus greet, his voice a blend of authority and condescension. “Thank you for honoring our summons,” “Not like I had much of a choice,” I reply, my tone calm but firm. “What do you want?” Elder Marcellus smirk, but Elder Celeste, a sharp-eyed woman interjected. “I’m sure you know why you are here. It’s about the golden wolf. We hear she’s among your pack. We need to know when and how this happened.”

Cerridwen spat it out then got to her feet ready to go at him again, ‘Really Golden Wolf? Are you sure you want to risk the lives of those you love? I am going to rid you of your Pup so I can throw you into haze for me and trust me, Golden Wolf, I will keep you so hazed you will do anything for me until I fill your body with my Pup.’

I spent the first 34 years of my life in Alaska, land of the midnight sun, but these days I'm located in Washington, and am enjoying a much warmer sun :) I'm married to my high school sweetheart, John, who is known to bring me flowers "just because" My leisure time is filled with gardening, sewing, art and reading. Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart

It was the image of a ring, the band had a sapphire glow, and a large diamond sat on top of the ring. “There's no way.” Disbelief creeped into my voice. It was the famed Sapphire treasure. There were only five of them in the world. It was beyond anything an average man could buy. The caption was right there. [Leon is such a darling, getting me this for our one year anniversary.] My insides twisted. One year? He had been seeing her for a year? In our years of engagement, Leon had never gotten me more than a flower bouquet. “Diana, are you listening?” My father's voice chimed, jolting me out of my depressed state.

I took a moment to collect myself before replying expressionlessly, "Don't you have any money? My whole life, you've barely spent a dime on me. Every cent I've used, I earned myself. That being the case, there should be plenty of money left, right?" Mom only cried harder, so loud that it made my ears hurt. "How was I supposed to know Hailey would take the family savings and gamble it all away! Not only do we have no savings left, but we're also drowning in debt! "Caroline, after your father and I divorced, I was the only one bringing in income, and now I'm retired. I really don't have any money left to treat her..." I replied indifferently, "Oh. Then let Hailey earn the money for her own tre

H1 left shortly afterward while Clara placed the parcel carelessly beside her. She returned the first book back onto the shelf afterward. Another book immediately caught her attention. Clara picked it up curiously before checking through several pages quickly. Her eyes moved toward the back afterward before she sighed tiredly and closed it again. The thickness alone already exhausted her mentally. “This is too long,” she muttered under her breath. She tried returning it back properly afterward, but the book accidentally pressed against something hidden on the shelf. A soft mechanical sound suddenly echoed behind her immediately. Click. Clara froze again instantly. The same bookshelf wall slo

That afternoon, a disheveled Mabel cornered me in a café. She glanced around nervously, relaxing only when she confirmed Alain was not with me. I sized her up discreetly. She looked like she had just gone through something terrifying. Fear was evident in her eyes, and her mental state seemed precarious. "I'll give Alain back to you," she said, her voice trembling. "In exchange, I want one million dollars. Once I have the money, I'll disappear forever and never interfere in your marriage again."

I shut the tunnel door and went to the office with my mate, while we waited to find out what they found. I opened the box from my grandmother’s pantry and pulled out a book that measured twenty inches tall and eighteen inches wide. It was also eight inches thick. I picked up the book and sat it on my desk. Joshua smiled, “There is your pack history book, love.” I nodded, “I think so. The book itself is huge.” I opened the cover and immediately laid my eyes on some beautiful handwriting. The grammar reminded me of olde English language, and it was dated January eighteen, sixteen twenty-two. I gasped, “This is a really old book.” Joshua looked at the date that I was pointing too and gasped, “E