All Chapters of ALL HAIL THE GOLDMASTER: Chapter 21
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Chapter 21: Kisses, Tears, and Bullets?
The city lights blinked drowsily as the hour crawled past midnight. Seth sat by the wide window of his guest room, scrolling through classified documents on a holographic tablet when his private phone buzzed.There was one new message from Rose, he squinted his eyes and read the message."We need to talk, meet me at ‘that’ hotel, now!!!"There were no emojis, just text that slurred just slightly. He thought to himself, “that was like her, rude as always,” but something about it felt off, besides, the mention of the very specific hotel told him she meant business.Having stared at it for a second he tossed the tablet aside and grabbing his coat.The hotel was quiet. The lobby hummed with soft jazz music and rich laughter. Seth didn’t bother checking in, he knew exactly which suite to head for, it was the room where they had first met each other, the room where it all began, all thanks to a very passionate night. Within minutes, he reached the room door and knocked once but no answer c
Chapter 22: Ghosts on the Road
The moment Seth hit the ignition and sped out of the hotel’s private driveway, the engine roared to life as the tires squealed as they gripped the asphalt, launching the vehicle forward into the night. In the passenger seat, Rose lay unconscious, her face bruised from the earlier fall, her limbs limp as a ragdoll. Seth kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his phone.“Come on, come on… Pick up Damnit.”Lucas wasn’t answering, the screen blinked, then went black.No signal.Seth’s eyes narrowed. “They’re jamming the frequency. FUCK!!!”He tossed the phone into the back seater. Whoever was after them wasn’t just some gang of street level idiots. This was organized and professional. He checked the rearview mirror and there it was as he had expected, a convoy of matte black SUVs, headlights off, driving hard at his tail.“Of course,” Seth muttered. “Nothing says friendly neighborhood assassination squads like rolling blackout trucks at 120 kilometers per hour.”Bullets explode
Chapter 23: The Cliff.
Vin.The humanoid radiation weapon had been her signature for years. A horrible invention that turned humans into unstable walking beasts capable of emitting waves of nuclear energy that could turn normal humans into beats that gave off harmful radiation, and now she was here.A decade of rivalry had all come down to this.Vin and Seth.The Iron Wolf of the East, and the Ghost Commander of the West.Two elite secret agents, hand picked by their respective nations to wage secret war, the winner would keep the mineral to themselves, a mineral with the power to change the world, Astralite. The mineral that now just happened to lie buried within the Tyrel family's mining zone.Vin stood atop a combat truck in the distance, her arms folded, pale hair whipping in the wind like silver flames. Her soldiers were behind her, clad in radiation suits, rifles trained and eyes sharp. But Vin didn’t need to use her soldiers, she had her creatures.The humanoid monster she had released glowed a faint
Chapter 24: Fractures Beneath the Skin.
The edge of the cliff loomed far above them like a broken crown. Seth lay at the bottom, half his body skewered by a branch thick as his arm. It had ripped clean through his side, puncturing flesh and muscle as blood oozed slowly from the wound, dark and thick.Nearby, Rose knelt, shivering and wounded but alive, thanks only to the way Seth had rejected her seat during their fall. Her dress was torn, her knees were bruised, and arms were scraped, but her eyes, her eyes were wide with something deeper than shock.She had been scared for Seth's life but now she felt a different emotion... Rage, pure, undiluted rage.Of course, Seth had passed out and come through, and now Rose had found out somethings that were better left unsaid."So it was all a lie," she said, voice eerily calm. "You never came here for me. You were after the mine, that’s why you let my family trust you, that’s why you pretended to care."Seth blinked as sweat and blood were rolling down his temple as pain spiked in
Chapter 25. The Silent Rescue.
The forest seemed endless.Rose half dragged, half carried Seth across the uneven ground, her breath burning in her chest with every step. His weight was crushing, his arm dangling over her shoulders, his legs stumbling and barely responding. Blood trailed behind them in a dark line, soaking the earth, and yet Seth somehow still clung to consciousness.The tree branch still pierced through his side. She’d cut it shorter to keep it from tearing him further, but even so, every movement sent fresh shudders of agony through him.Finally, she spotted it, the old hunter’s cabin, its roof sagging like the shoulders of an old man, walls eaten by moss, windows broken out years ago. Nobody came here anymore. She had played here as a child, running wild through the woods while her parents believed she was still afraid of dirt.Now it was a tomb waiting to happen.Rose kicked the rotting door open, the hinges screaming in protest, and dragged Seth inside. She lowered him as gently as she could on
Chapter 26. The Cost of Survival.
The last thing Seth remembered was the sound of rotor blades and Rose’s voice, sharp with panic. Then darkness swallowed him whole.When he came to, he wasn’t in the forest anymore. He was flat on a cold metal table, blinding lights burning down on him, and voices swam in the background.“Stabilize him.”“His blood pressure is dropping.”“Get the branch out... careful, don’t tear the artery.”Hands pressed into him, needles pierced his veins, masks hovered above him. The smell of antiseptic stung his nose, so strong it felt like drowning in chemicals. He tried to move, tried to speak, but his body didn’t obey.A mask descended over his face. A calm voice whispered, “Sleep, soldier. We’ve got you.”And Seth fell again, this time deeper.***Hours blurred into eternity.When he opened his eyes again, he wasn’t sure how much time had passed. All he knew was pain. His body felt hollowed out, stitched together, heavier than stone. But underneath the ache was something else, something pulsi
Chapter 27. Shadows of Fallout.
The first sensation Seth felt when consciousness returned was air. Not ragged, painful gulps like before, but steady, clean breaths filled his lungs with a clarity he hadn’t tasted in months. His eyes cracked open to the sterile glow of the underground chamber. The ceiling above him was painted in pale white light, and machines hummed a chorus around his bed.He simply lay there for a moment, letting the realisation wash over him: he was alive.And more than that, he felt different. Lighter, sharper. His muscles twitched with a coiled energy, as if every sinew had been reforged in fire. The constant heaviness that had weighed on him since Vin’s last attack, the sluggish drag of the inhibitors that once caged his strength were gone. His body thrummed with dangerous freedom.He shifted upright slowly, wincing at the ache in his side. The pain was real, sharp enough to remind him he wasn’t invincible, but beneath the pain was power. Unrestricted, unbound power.The door hissed open.Luca
Chapter 28. Lines in the Sand.
The underground command room buzzed with quiet urgency. The hum of generators mixed with the faint crackle of screens and the soft whirring of surveillance drones parked in their charging bays. Seth stood upright now, the bandages hidden beneath a fresh tactical shirt, his breathing steady. It was almost hard to believe he had been half dead just days ago.Lucas stood beside him, his posture rigid, eyes narrowed at the holographic console table between them. They had spent the last three hours cutting through possibilities, sharpening contingencies like blades on whetstones. Every move Vin could make, they tried to anticipate. Every step Seth and Lucas could counter, they discussed until there were no words left unspoken.When they were finally satisfied with the web of strategy they had built, Lucas gave a single nod.“It’s time.”Seth exhaled, his hand brushing the faint scar under his ribs. The reminder of how close he’d come to being buried in those woods never really left him. Bu
Chapter 29. Fractures in the Quiet.
The Tyrel mansion was grand as always, its marble floors polished to mirror shine, its towering windows spilling golden light into endless corridors. But for Rose, the house felt like a cage. The walls that once held her childhood memories now pressed in on her, suffocating her with the weight of unspoken truths.Everyone treated her return like a miracle. Her mother hovered constantly, fussing over her meals, insisting she rest. Her father pretended to be calm, but she caught the way his eyes lingered on her every time she entered a room, as though checking she was really there. To them, she was safe now. But Rose knew better.She had woken up more than once in a cold sweat, Seth’s voice echoing in her head, his blood staining her palms in memory. She could still see the tree branch jutting grotesquely through his side, could still feel the tremor of his body as he told her to leave him behind. She hadn’t left, but that didn’t mean she had forgiven him.Because the truth gnawed at h
Chapter 30. The Choice of Chains.
The Tyrel estate was quieter than usual. Night had settled with its silvery weight, blanketing the gardens in moonlight, but the silence inside the marble halls felt tense, rehearsed, as if every servant and family member was acting out their roles on a stage.Rose sat in the drawing room with her mother on one side, her father across from her, and the looming figure of her grandfather, Mr. Mason, at the head of the chamber. A fire burned in the hearth, throwing long shadows across the ornate furniture.It was supposed to be an intimate family evening, but Rose felt the heavy pressure before anyone spoke.Mr. Mason cleared his throat. His voice, gravelly with age and authority, filled the room.“Rose, my dear. The time has come for us to speak plainly about your future.”Her fingers tightened around the armrest. “My future?”“Yes,” he said firmly, eyes like cold iron. “Your return is a blessing, but it also means we must move forward. Plans have already been made. The family hall is b