Voice Of Gold Novels & Stories

The world tilted the wrong direction and I almost tipped forward into the locker door. “Take it easy, Miss Clumsy,” Carter said, that smirk in place like it was permanently screwed into his face. He had the kind of voice that sounded devilish (yunno Lucifer the Angel with the nice voice hehe) ,Green eyes like knives (idk how on earth someone as evil as him could posses such eyes) I pulled my shoulders back and tried for a normal tone. “Last time I checked I don’t need your opinion.” Well it didn't sound as intended ( I sounded like a duck and a Chihuahua had a baby, and that baby was having a panic attack.)

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

Eleanor felt, in the space before she spoke, the complicated geography of the moment: the genuine happiness for him, the something else that complicated the happiness, and underneath both of those, a question she hadn’t known she’d been sitting on. “That’s extraordinary,” she said. “Yes,” he said, in the tone of someone for whom extraordinary and difficult are the same word. “Why do you look like something terrible has happened?” He looked at her then — directly, the full weight of the grey eyes. “Because the gallery is run by a woman named Petra Voss,” he said. “And I used to know her. And she’s the one who saw the work. And I need you to know that before you hear it from somewhere else, be

It was a resonance that shook the obsidian floor. I stepped toward the podium. The Judges moved to intercept me, their silver hands reaching for my throat, but they couldn't touch me. A barrier of liquid gold-mercury erupted from my skin, a frequency so high it shattered the silver masks of the Judges as they neared. They recoiled, their "Order" screaming in feedback as they dissolved back into puddles of useless liquid. "The Gold-Void..." Elena’s synthesized voice cracked. "It’s impossible. The 002 cannot generate its own source!"

The sovereign gold in his eyes was being swallowed by a bruised, heavy purple. He felt it through the bond. The 'Gold-Madness'. A collective, psychic shriek of a thousand years of discarded pain finally finding a voice. The Failed weren't attacking a fortress; they were attacking the concept of existence. "Papa, tell the pipes to stop," Leo whimpered, his stuffy-nose breathing turning into a shallow, desperate whistle. "They're... they're biting the water." On the monitor, the Gold-Mad berserkers slammed their bodies into the primary intake of the Golden Well. The reinforced lead casing buckled. I felt the violation in my stone marrow. They weren't just breaking the equipment; they were clim

Ava shook it and nodded. " Pleasure to meet you, Gold. Did Typhon give you any instructions as to what you would be doing here?" Ava asked. "Only that it is my duty to stay by your side during this war," Gold said. Ava suddenly went rigid, and her eyes darkened black. We all looked at her, since nothing like that had ever happened before.

Aliya said pulling Nirvana back to the auditorium before she could protest "The G.V is a music band consisting of 6 hot, cute, handsome, pretty... " just get to your point will you?" Nirvana cut in "Ohhh okay, like i said they're six in num... " you've told me their number already" Nirvana cut in again "Will you just stop cutting me off?" Aliya snapped "Right, okay continue" "They aren't just any type of band, they're the number one best boy band in Los Angeles and they go by the name Golden voices and..... Aliya couldn't finish her statement when Nirvana screamed loudly drawing the attention of some students

they had always feared—protective, fierce, and unbreakable. The "Gold" surge hit its peak. I felt the marrow in my bones vibrate so hard I thought they would shatter. The silver scar on my arm flared with a blinding brilliance, the frequency traveling through the microphone and up to the Theatre’s massive concrete crown. On the monitors, I saw the global "Void" network turning from a poisonous purple to a pure, healing gold. The "Sequence 9" canisters in Owerri hissed and died, the gas neutralized by the harmonic resonance of my voice.

The whispers laughed, fading into the distance. The path ahead split into three directions—each glowing a different color. Silver. Crimson. Gold. He hesitated. Silver was Mia. Crimson was the Rogue King’s taint. But the gold… he’d never seen before. It felt old, patient, heavy with meaning. When he reached toward it, the air rippled and a voice rolled through the void. You came chasing light into the dark. Why? “Because she’s there,” he said. Would you still follow if she wasn’t yours to save?

We stood looking at her forever it seemed before she stopped rocking and looked at Alexis. Her eyes were gold. Kaniji had said Tony, Tige, and I were gold. Alexis had shown me that he, too, was gold. This woman, who barely looked human, had gold eyes. Would I have made the Elder Council because I was gold? Kaniji said gold held power ...