Voice Of Gold の小説・ストーリー

Roosevelt gave Jyra a cunning smile. “Now you’ll do something. Get the dark orb demons use to communicate. Send them a message. Tell them there are stronger creatures here — a new race called the Goldren. Tell them one Goldren killed ten demons at once. They’ll come running.” Jyra nodded and prepared to send the message.

Suddenly, right as Dominic’s burning touch slid down to her inner thigh, the heavy, secure satellite phone hidden in her discarded sweater sleeve on the floorboard let out a sharp, continuous vibration. It wasn't a standard text alert. The phone's private tactical receiver was automatically broadcasting a live, high-frequency audio transmission from the secure garage seventy floors below. Through the small speaker, a familiar, chilling voice echoed clearly into the silent, shadow-filled lounge—the smooth, calculated tone of Fuhad.

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

He just had a hand, and a desperate need to grab the fire before it burned everything he loved. As Jack’s fingers brushed the surface of the golden crystal, the world didn't go black. It went white. And a voice—ancient, cold, and definitely not his parents'—whispered in his ear: "ly. A vessel that bites back."

“You’d still stand beside me? Even now?” He met her gaze without hesitation. “Always.” For a heartbeat, her light dimmed, the glow fading from her eyes. “You shouldn’t.” “Too late.” Evelyn’s lips parted to argue, maybe, but another tremor split the air, louder this time. The ground cracked beneath them, releasing streams of molten gold that hissed and curled upward like smoke. From the fissures rose voices, low, ancient, furious. Kael drew his sword, even though it trembled in his grip. “What the hell is that?”

I scrambled backward on the desk, pulling my knees up to my bare chest. I looked over my shoulder. It was a heavy brass communication box. It ran on specialized recording crystals, designed to capture and playback long-distance audio messages from allied courts. When I pushed my hips back, I had knocked the large iron playback lever on the side downward. "It's me," the female voice from the brass box continued. The audio was slightly grainy, carrying the faint static of the crystal, but the desperation in the tone was perfectly clear. "You need to answer me. You promised you would send the gold once it was done. You are ignoring my couriers."

I took the page from Grey and it perfectly lapsed with mine. "It's a page from my book." Dad and Grey were intrigued. "What does it say?" dad asked. I attached it and read the words. "The Lunar Golden Jade is a counter to the–" I paused in my tracks. "– to the Dark Moon Sapphire. He who wears the Jade is known as the one in 'Green and Gold'." Dad was blown away and so was Grey. I couldn't believe it. I was the one in 'green and gold'. Grey looked more confident than ever; he had a smirk on his face. He turned to my dad. "Get the council together immeditately. Today infact. We have a war to win."

the host announces. Alaric leans closer to me and whispers, “Anything you want, tell me. I will buy it.” “You don’t have to. I have my own money. Plus, it’s on behalf of my pack. Except you want to get me something personal.” “Personal it is.” “Two million taels of gold,” a voice says from behind. It’s Isolde. She’s staking her gold already. “Three million,” I counter, raising my card. “Five million,” another person bargains.

Gold was enrolled to school by the rich couple and during his highschool Gold became the famous playboy till he got to university. The rich died when Gold was eighteen years old and their properties were willed to Gold, and has a melodious voice, gradually he starts to sing till he becomes famous also. After the death of the rich couple, Mr. Kelvin saw Gold on television in one of his concerts, so he located Gold and Gold, who recognized his role model, tried to run away from him. But he promised to Gold that he would not disclose to the world that he was Gold’s father so that Gold’s image won’t be tarnished.

One of them was nicknamed The One with the Golden Voice. “And that one goddess is…?” Zoey asked curiously. "Calliope," I replied.