The Outlaw Noble Salt Novels & Stories

Nathan said with urgency. "What is it?" Noelle asked, her voice shaking with fear. "A special potion that can only be brewed by the master alchemist, who lives in the mountains. It's the only thing that can defeat the Raven," Nathan replied. Noelle's eyes widened with surprise. "How do we get it?" "We have to leave now, before it's too late," Nathan said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the back exit of the palace.

ALFRED POV Crystal salt? But it’s very rare. It can only be found in the north mountains pack, a faraway land appointed with the task of safeguarding the poison and it has been in their possession solely for over a decade. To my knowledge, no wolf can just go—no matter his rank and request for a crystal salt, if he does…he will be arrested. So how is crystal salt smuggled into my pack, when it can’t be smuggled out of the north mountains pack?

Like the wealthy man he was, he did not feel sorry for the money he spent in the slightest. Zayn looked towards him just in time to meet his eyes. He looked at Zayn with a sneer and made a gesture as if he was threatening to slash Zayn’s throat. It was menacing to say the least. “The next auction item is the highlight of the night. The Ossiumol-1 is the supreme medicine refined by the renowned pharmaceutical scientist, Sir Harlem. With countless precious medicinal ingredients that have been painstakingly cultivated over a long period of time, It has an outstanding medicinal effect that gives any acquired skilled fighter an 80% chance of becoming a master skilled fighter after consuming it!”

said Chaos. "In that regard, the spices of my tribe could be of good use, we harvested them near the swamp, there are many interesting types of plants growing near those necrotic waters, my lord. When properly dried, they make up for all sorts of tasty spices. And the salt is extracted from a small salt cave near the area where our tribe once was! If you are interested, I could guide you there and help you mine all the salt you want and get all the spices you desire," said Dura with a gentle smile, she was very serviceable. "Oh, that sounds great, I would appreciate it if you showed me around there," said Chaos.

Rael POV “The salt trade from the southern territories has declined by three percent, Your Majesty.” “The solution?” I asked, my tone glacial. The man sweated, his hands trembling around the parchment scroll. “P–perhaps raising the port tariffs—” “Fool.” My voice remained level, but the primal aura inside my chest thrashed like something feral clawing against its cage. “If you pressure the ports, they will smuggle their goods through forest routes. You will lose the tax entirely.”

Patience in this case may simply not last for just too long enough, before who else would know it's eventuality later on, you know. She is just a young lad, filled with just so much innocence, but in this time and get ready to take the very course of experimentation if she is permitted to do. She wants to be an outlaw, never dires to face the consequences and if it comes and 'so be it'. Being an outlaw comes with so much fun and happiness. Then for Salome own part being an outlaw may just be far better than becoming or fighting to become a freedom fighter. Nick has the touch of a deity, the carass and the fondle an experience and she holds dearly all the more.

Even after being filtered through layers of soil, it still carried a salty, fishy taste. Drinking it made people thirsty. Not drinking it made them even thirstier. Because of that, a freshwater trade had even appeared. One pound of salt could be exchanged for ten quarts of fresh water, or one pound of dried seafood for twenty quarts. Nicole had plenty of life experience. She compared prices from shop to shop and chose carefully. When she found a larger store with fair prices, she used potatoes or sweet potatoes to trade. She didn't buy much, just about one or two pounds at a time.

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

"The exiled prince has massed his rogue packs near the salt flats, three leagues into the wastes. They have established a defensive line using the old mining trenches. They know we are coming, and they have lined the ridges with long-range ballistas tipped with the same green catalyst we found in the vault." I leaned forward, my palms flattening against the iron pommel of my saddle. The moment my skin met the leather, the royal hybrid power in my blood exploded subtly, sending a visible pulse of iridescent golden-red light arcing down the reins, flash-melting the frost tracking the horse's bit. My crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flared with a dangerous, ancient intensity as I looked out