The Outlaw Noble Salt Novels & Stories

"Oh, by the way, my dad wanted to ask if you have any table salt. We'd like to trade for some." Hayley nodded and went to grab a bag of salt, along with a handwritten price list. On it were all kinds of basic goods—salt, oil, soap, shampoo, eggs, chicken, and so on—each with a trade value listed in points. One pound of salt cost one point, and a gallon of oil was ten. Shampoo was ten, while an egg cost one. Food could be traded for points—one pound of crops equaled one point. She even noted that rare food or materials could earn more points.

This brought a smile to my face, Dimitri would have the upper hand. Taking advantage of his distraction, I lunged at him and blew the black salt into his eyes. “Ahhhhh!” He let out a miserable shriek which reverberated in the field, his soldiers stopped fighting, and stood to watch what was happening with fear in their eyes. Dalton clutched onto his eyes, and ripped his eyeballs out by himself. Blood flowed freely from his eye sockets. He was really impatient, the black salt would only hurt like hell, but it wouldn't cause any harm to his eyes.

salt and dried fish—the true currency of the new world. "We aren't looking for a 'Crossover' into your territory," she said, her voice "Incisive" and calm. "We’re looking for the road. The 'Friction' of this war is over. Let us pass, and you keep the salt." The guard looked at the salt, then at Ethan’s "Piercing Blue Eyes." He saw the "Raw Vulnerability" of a man who had nothing left to lose and the "Absolute" power of a man who had finally found his soul. He lowered the rifle.

The Barrens were a reflection of his own internal landscape—harsh, lonely, but filled with a raw, untapped power. ​"I can feel the heat beneath the crust, Rhea," Elias sent through the mind-link. "There’s an underground sea of liquid silver three miles down. The Council never stayed long enough to find it. They thought the salt was a curse; they didn't realize it was a lid." ​Rhea, her white fur looking ghostly against the orange sky, nudged his shoulder. "Then we’ve found our new forge." ​But as the sun set over the salt-flats, a sound echoed through the Barrens—a metallic, rhythmic thrumming that didn't belong to the wind.

The former mercenary had taken charge of the militia, training the young baseline men and women how to hold a spear line, clean a bolt-action rifle, and stand their ground if the perimeter was ever breached. Rylan finished his meeting with the trade envoys and walked up the wooden stairs to the balcony, stopping beside me. He leaned his forearms against the railing, the smell of clean leather and sun-warmed pine coming off his skin. "The southern outpost agreed to the trade terms, Edal," Rylan said softly. "Three crates of salt and ten iron axes in exchange for fifty bags of our seed wheat. They're bringing the stock up the ridge tomorrow." "Good," I said, placing my hand over his on the woo

She smelled the sweat in the air, mixed with the hot summer afternoon sun, so intense that people lost consciousness. This place suddenly reminded her of the lavish sauna her mother frequented. But there is a constant warmth that makes people relax, not the heat that makes people suffocate like now. In the air, there will also be a faint scent of essential oils. What upset Aurora the most was that she couldn't relate her mother to the place in front of her eyes. Her mother, Breana Clayden, has always been a dignified and delicate lady. Even her mother's nails are always carefully cared for, unable to withstand a little scratch. Clothes must always be at their best; once worn, they are old an

He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month. The scent neutralizers he took were also expensive because he put them on every day. He knew only Alphas could smell Omega scents, but he didn't want to risk people finding out he was an Omega, so he also needed money for that. It wasn't like he was poor; he just had enough to come by. He didn't complain about his life, and he was happy with the way he lived right now. Those few side effects couldn't keep him down.

I spiked a line with Old Noll and forgot my name for the time it takes to tie a knot that will keep men from drowning. After, under the awning, soaked and laughing because that’s what you do when you don’t cry, the crew ate Berrit’s too-salty stew like a sacrament. Kade didn’t sit. He never sits when the men sit. He stood at the edge of the circle and took a spoonful without ceremony, eyes always a degree to the left of mine. “Captain,” Luth said, bringing a mug that steamed and lied about its contents. “Doctor’s orders. Salt out, warmth in.”

"Deal?" "Okay." I had said with a nod. Cyrus walked around me and toward the door, he paused and looked back at me. "Keep in mind that there could be others like us out there." He warned but his tone was calm like he knew what he was talking about. I gave another nod and waved goodbye. Ch 7

It has always been myself and I. Maybe that is one of the factors why I grew up like this. At such a young age, I was able to provide for my own needs. Not only that, I am able to save money for my future as well. But at what cost? I became an ‘outlaw’ in my very own school. I have broken the school regulation of a religious school. That thought still bothers me, but I chose to continue what I am doing anyway. I even invited lots of my schoolmates so my business’ growth will be unstoppable.