The Outlaw Noble Salt Novels & Stories

"I promise, it cleans your body. We have so much salt here, and we will never run out." The leopard popped his head back into his home. There weren't anymore questions to be answered. Shuule couldn't fathom never running out of salt. This had to be the wealthiest group of people in the entire world, to have so much salt that they would rub it on their bodies and let it wash off into their rivers.

He taps the glass with his claw. "Omega Ravensalt, this is the official list of the most powerful Royal Wolf Bloodlines in the world," Garrick says. "The latest pack price for one single night with Magnus of the Saltwood Pack is thirty billion silver resources." My jaw hits the stone floor. I look at the magic mirror picture. The man in the glass looks super scary and noble, and his sharp eyes look like they are biting right through me. I swallow a big lump of spit. "So you are saying... I owe you thirty billion silver resources for last night?" I whisper.

As I prepared the new mixture, I kept Amanda on the line. “You’ll need to boil fresh spring water,” she instructed. “The temperature has to be just right. Once it reaches the proper heat, remove it from the fire, then add the prepared medicine for adults. Mix in a pinch of silver salt, a little honey, and the crushed dried Shadowbell bark.” The healers watched me closely as I worked, their eyes following every move as if they expected me to make a deadly mistake. “Alpha, Lady Kira isn’t a healer,” one of them said cautiously. “Are you sure she can help?”

Only one person was attending the shop He walked up to the counter. “Do you guys have salt?” “How much?” dully, that young man asked. “How much is half kg?” “3 bronze.” The man dully packed up a salt and handed it to him. Nico gave him the copper. The young man gave him an annoyed look. “I said bronze, not copper,” “Is it too little,” Sighing loudly, the cashier took out a huge bunch of change and just shoved it on the counter. “Man, seriously, freaks come in now and then. Why would you bring copper to buy salt?” He grumbled.

The scent of sulfur burned the air, and out of the smoke, a letter materialized, bound with black wax. The parchment dropped to the table with a sound too loud for its weight. We all stared. Blake’s hand was the first to move, fingers trembling only slightly as he broke the seal. His eyes scanned the words, and his face drained of color. I leaned forward, my chest heavy as he read aloud: Prince Blake, The girl you call mate is not what you believe. She is fire bound in flesh, a storm dressed in silk. She is danger. Give her to us, and your kingdom will remain whole. Refuse, and the kingdom will bleed for her.

the boy stammered. "Move! I shall do it myself!" I grabbed a small bowl of what looked like salt but was actually high-powered, concentrated popping crystals, the kind that react violently when they hit moisture. I also grabbed a bottle of Liquid Smoke that was five times the legal strength. I plated the lamb for Table 1. I seasoned it with my "special salt" and drizzled the reduction. "Waiters! Go! Serve ze masterpiece!" I followed them to the edge of the ballroom, watching from behind a pillar.

“Fine. Get it done.” Relief washed over me as I reached for the bag of salt, pulling out the bottle Althea had given me, hidden securely within my boobs. My hands trembled as I uncorked the vial, pouring half of its contents into the salt. The dark liquid seeped into the grains, staining them. Even a small amount could kill dozens, but I wasn’t taking any chances. Gripping the bag tightly, I began to drag it toward the pots, ready to finish the task. But a sharp voice cut through the air, freezing me in place.

He dropped it onto the side table, his chest heaving with the effort, the metal clanging dully against the wood. "The moon-salt," Veda rasped, stepping up to the urn and plunging her bare, gnarled hands deep into the crystals. The coarse, jagged salt made a visceral sound—like crushed glass and grinding teeth—as she scooped it up. "It has sat under the open sky on the highest ridge lets hope one night is enough." as she held it to her nose, she inhaled deeply. "It has gorged itself on lunar magic. We are going to need every single drop of its pure light to blind him to the dark we are about to conjure."

"Noblefull Group's main profitable projects are real estate and jewelry. They have funds now, and they have the technology and connections in the jewelry field. But they can't continue with the Walnut Creek project." "I understand, so we play dirty?" Lionel raised an eyebrow and looked at Mr. Marcus with a smirk, as if saying, "You're already a thug, it's about time we played dirty. You've been acting gentlemanly for so long." Saxon may be playing dirty, but he's not as ruthless as Mr. Marcus. When the thug, Saxon, can't win a fight, he calls for backup. But Mr. Marcus, the thug, isn't afraid of numbers. He blows up your house and leaves you homeless.

This was far better than sitting on the floor anyway. The omega huffed and had to fight a scowl from his face when Ryedir ran his fingers through his hair as though he was petting a favored animal. The talk was all business and bored Kari to no end as he idly listened in. They seemed to be bartering over a shipment of silks in exchange for a mix of alcohols. The merchant seemed determined to get his hands on some of the Salantra, the special type of alcohol that was only produced in Mishal at Ryedir’s own personal distillery.