Novels by Gold Tony

Adrian stood at the edge of the northern encampment, gazing out at the icy tundra as the morning frost glistened like a sea of diamonds. Behind him, the gathered warriors of Clan Frostspire busied themselves, preparing for the march south. Their newfound allegiance marked a turning point, but Adrian knew that uniting them with his fractured forces would not be simple.Eira approached, her long silver hair catching the faint sunlight. "You’ve earned the respect of my people, Adrian," she said, her voice steady. "But respect is only part of the equation. Convince them that this alliance will benefit their future, or their loyalty will falter."Adrian nodded. "I understand. They’ll see that this isn’t just my fight—it’s all of ours."Eira smirked faintly. "Then let’s hope your actions speak louder than your words."A Tenuous AllianceThe march southward was grueling. The combined forces of Frostspire and Adrian’s army traveled under harsh conditions, their supplies stretched thin. Tensio

Adrian stood on the outpost’s highest tower, staring into the vast wilderness beyond. The sunrise painted the horizon in shades of gold and crimson, a stark contrast to the blood-stained ground below. The rebellion had been quelled, but the air still felt heavy with unease.Kael approached, his armor dented and scratched from the battle. "The men are looking to you, Adrian. They need to see that you’re not shaken."Adrian let out a weary sigh. "I’m not shaken, Kael. I’m thinking. Wren’s betrayal wasn’t born in a vacuum. There are cracks in our foundation, and if we don’t address them, they’ll spread."Kael frowned. "You think there are more traitors?""Not yet," Adrian replied, "but Wren’s words will linger. If we don’t show strength and unity now, his rebellion could inspire others."The Mission AheadAs the camp settled back into routine, Adrian called a meeting with his closest advisors. The room was tense, the memory of betrayal still fresh in everyone’s minds."We’ve retaken the

The campfires crackled under a moonless sky, casting fleeting shadows across Adrian’s tired face. He stood in the center of his war council, surrounded by trusted commanders. The battle for Blackwater Ridge had taken its toll, and while they had claimed victory, whispers of dissent had begun to poison the air. The pressure of leadership weighed heavier with each passing day.Adrian traced the edge of his battered sword with a calloused finger. "We've been pushed to our limits, but we cannot falter," he said, his voice firm despite the fatigue that gripped him. "The Ridge was only the beginning. If we hesitate now, all we’ve built will crumble."General Kael, a seasoned warrior with a scar that ran from his temple to his jaw, stepped forward. "The men are weary, Adrian. They need rest, supplies, and reassurance. Morale is fragile."Before Adrian could respond, a scout burst into the tent. "My lord, urgent news!" the man panted, his face pale. "A splinter faction of our troops has turne

The moon hung high over the war camp, casting a pale, silvery light over the rows of tents and watchfires. Adrian stood at the edge of the encampment, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The Ashen Wastes lay several days’ ride away, a barren and unforgiving land that had claimed countless lives. But Adrian’s thoughts were not on the dangers ahead.They were on the traitor in his midst.Behind him, Victor approached silently, his boots crunching softly on the gravel. "The team is assembled, my lord. The best of our soldiers and scouts, as you requested."Adrian turned to face his trusted strategist. "Good. But before we move out, we deal with the matter of betrayal."Victor nodded grimly. "I’ve taken the liberty of narrowing the suspects. The information about the supply convoy could only have come from someone with access to our most secure channels. That limits us to five individuals—all of them high-ranking."Adrian’s expression darkened. Five. Five people he had trusted with the

The war room smelled of ash and iron. Adrian stood at the head of the long oak table, his armor catching the flicker of torchlight. Maps, reports, and sketches of battle formations were strewn across the surface, their edges curling and marked by smudges of ink. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Conversations among the generals had quieted the moment Adrian entered, his commanding presence silencing even the boldest among them.But silence wasn’t what disturbed Adrian. It was the report he held in his hands. The faint tremor in his fingers was barely noticeable, hidden under the gauntlets of his armor, but it was there. The report had confirmed his worst fears.There was a traitor among them.His sharp blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the expressions of each of his trusted men and women. Some stood stiffly, others avoided his gaze altogether. Victor, his closest strategist, was the only one who met his eyes without flinching. Adrian allowed himself to trust Victor—for now."V

The Celestial Forge loomed ahead, a structure unlike anything Adrian had ever seen. It wasn’t a building but a colossal sphere of swirling light and energy, suspended in the air by unseen forces. Around it, fragments of glowing stone and molten metal floated, orbiting like satellites caught in a gravitational pull.Adrian and Lysandra stood at the edge of a jagged cliff, gazing at the Forge. The air crackled with power, and the sheer intensity of it made Adrian’s skin tingle.“It’s beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the hum of the Forge.“And deadly,” Lysandra replied. “The Forge’s energy is pure, raw creation. It can give life or destroy it in an instant. Only those deemed worthy can wield its power.”Adrian took a step forward, the ground beneath him trembling slightly. “How do I prove I’m worthy?”Lysandra’s gaze hardened. “By stepping inside. The Forge will judge you, Adrian. It will strip away every pretense, every lie, and look at the core of who you are. If