Voice Of Gold Novels & Stories

Why's everything sour happening to me these days. She'd hear from me. My mind wandered quickly to the most proper punishment for her flat pole ass. "The gold has been seized, and the men slaughtered." If he didn't have my attention before, now he just did. "Who the fuck had the fucking guts to seize my gold?!" The men can die for all I care, but not the gold. Not when it had a purpose. Not when I was short on time. "He calls himself Lord Logan," he said, "and he says he's a very good friend of yours."

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

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 ...

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

The colors flickered rapidly. Changing so quickly they almost seemed to merge. A collective gasp swept through the training grounds. Moonstone warriors exchanged horrified looks. They had seen silver eyes before. Moonstone royalty carried them. But gold? Gold belonged elsewhere. Gold belonged to Crescent. Gold belonged to one man. My blood turned cold. "No." The word escaped before I realized I had spoken. Leo cried out. The sound tore straight through my chest. Then it happened. Claws burst from his fingertips. Not Moonstone claws.