Voice Of Gold Novels & Stories

they're both "Silver and Gold," I whisper. My sluggish struggle is futile, "Silver and Gold!" Silver and Gold. Silver and Gold. Silver and- Silver chains. Golden eyes. Golden blades. Golden hair. Kennedy. Eamonn. Luna. A pup. A Wolf. A mother. A Heat. Toothed necklace....Hendrick... hatred. Jayden... traitor.

The man yelled from the back of the room and that's when I knew that we're going live right now. "And we're back ladies and gentlemen! Here on today's Selina Beauty Show, we have a special guest with us. Let's give a wonderful round of applause to Miss Shay Falcon everybody! A.K.A San Francisco's Golden Girl!" The crowd starts to applaud in an excited way and I flashed a smile at the camera being rolled nearby. "Welcome Shay, how you feeling?" Selina asked me with a smile. "I'm good, thank you for having me."

For a heartbeat, the room went silent, and then Damian’s polite façade cracked. “With all due respect, Grandfather,” he said, his tone laced with disbelief, “Hayes Global has a reputation to uphold. “We don’t hire.” He hung it a moment or so, glancing around at me as though he was attempting to determine whether I had just fought with a coffee machine. It felt as if my chest was on fire, but before I could utter even a single word, I was interrupted by the voice of Edward. “Behave, Damian!!!”

However, none of them were brave enough to step forward and speak up for me, even though they now knew the truth. It was ridiculous and ironic. Once I had calmed down, I asked impassively, "Ms. Seinfeld, have you figured it out? How much of your money have I even used?" While I was calm, Tessa was clearly flustered. She could not remember spending money on me at all, not even on a single grain of salt or even a drop of water. Tessa gripped my superior's hand tightly, asking tensely, "Has Ethan's mother… really passed away?"

The recording kept playing while Mom's chest heaved with rage. She really didn't expect this—not from her so called golden child. "Katerina Kovarik, you better explain this right now! That $500,000—was I just being stingy?" "Didn't I give it all to you?! What, did my money just vanish into thin air?!" Her voice shook. "I'm telling you, if you won't take me back to Amiraka, then GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK!" Mom shoved her hand in Katerina's face, yelling.

the Owner whispered. "The Golden Blood isn't energy," Mina said, her eyes turning a brilliant, blinding gold. "It's Love. And you can't audit love because it doesn't have a number. It grows when you give it away. That's a 'math error' you can't fix." Mina grabbed Cian’s hand. Together, they didn't blast the Owner. They simply shared their light. They didn't try to protect it; they tried to give it to the silver figure. They poured the feeling of a mother's hug, a father's protection, and a brother's loyalty into the Owner's silver shell.

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.

“You don't have to act like everything is fine just because everyone else expects you to.” Ethan swallowed. “Thanks.” Before Tom could respond, a voice suddenly echoed from the other side of the phone. “Tom!” Ethan frowned. “What was that?” “My brother,” Tom answered. “Hold on.” A few seconds passed and Ethan heard the voice shout again. “Where the hell is my guitar pick?” “I don't know!” answered Tom from far away. Ethan laughed quietly as Tom rushes back to the phone, chuckling. “Sorry, man," he said with rushed breaths. "It’s chaos over here.”

Then, the gold ignited. It wasn't a violent explosion, but a sudden, silent implosion of pure light. The gold fluid vanished, absorbed instantly into the porous structure of the cracked geode. A deep, resonant hum—a sound so low and powerful it rattled the teeth in Natalia's jaw and caused the heavy steel shields of the Iron Division to vibrate—echoed from the depths of his chest.

she whispers. I nod, throat raw. “For what?” She lifts her head. Looks at the cracks in the sky, where the gold glow pulses slow and steady—like a heartbeat. “For what’s coming.” And in that silence, when the bond hums low and dark and the world breathes like a dying god— I realize something. Something I can’t tell her. Because when I burned just now—when the gold took me— I heard a voice. Not the Throne. Not the void. Something else. And it didn’t say my name. It said ours.