Elder Blood Novels & Stories

Elaine said, curiosity clear in her voice. "We have just received a call from the Manhattan blood bank. They just got two bags of blood type O(-). They are on their way as we speak." While the older couple embraced each other happily, Elaine crying tears of joy, I screamed and hugged the doctor, who chuckled and patted my back. Elaine called Rafael to inform him of the grand news, and I called Lucas.

“Mrs. Sy? Ethan is stable. We’ve brought the fever down, but we’re concerned about a specific inflammatory marker. We ran a full blood panel and a genetic screening to rule out a rare autoimmune condition.” I nodded, barely processing the words. “Is he okay?” “He’s resting. But, Mrs. Sy… I need to ask you about the family history.” The doctor frowned, looking at the tablet in his hand. “We noticed a very specific rare genetic marker—the RH-null phenotype variation, combined with a specific protein mutation. It’s often referred to as ‘Golden Blood’ or a variant of it. It’s incredibly rare. Less than fifty people in the world have this exact sequence.”

"He knew about the grudges between us, and he was also aware that I posed a threat to you, but he didn't get rid of me. "Do you know why? "That's because I have the rare Rh-negative blood, just like Elise. Not a lot of people have this blood type. So, I could save her life in an emergency. "But I'm not Elise's only backup to provide blood for Elise. You are too, Yasmin."

one of the doctors barked. Olivia stopped at the edge of the emergency room entrance. The staff wouldn’t let her in. She stood frozen, trembling, her hand covering her mouth. Her eyes locked on the door that had just shut tightly in front of her. Time crawled. Every second sliced through her chest like a knife. Minutes later, a nurse approached her. The young woman held a clipboard, her expression tight with concern. “Miss Olivia,” she said gently. “We’ve run a blood test on Elliana. Unfortunately… her blood type is very rare—AB Rh-negative. We don’t have it in the hospital’s blood bank.”

"The energy is too great. My crystal is already cracked. It won't hold him long. Rakar, you know what this is?" Rakar nodded stiffly, his face deathly pale. "Moon Blood." "Moon Blood?" Revira repeated, confused. "A blood disease? Leukemia?" "Not a disease," Eldric interjected firmly. "It is a legacy. A curse. A gift. Call it what you will." Eldric walked to the window, closing the curtains tightly as if afraid someone might be peering in from the darkness outside.

"A transfusion...okay. Do you have the blood he needs?" The doctor shook his head. "His blood type is AB negative—very rare. We checked the blood bank, but we don’t have a match. We’ll need to test family members." "I will do it; I am his mother; I should be a match," Eliza said without hesitation. The test did not take long, but when the results came back, the doctor’s expression told her everything. "I'm sorry Ms Eliza, you are not a match," he said gently.

"By the way, have you received the specimen?" "Yes, I am actually on my way to get his blood results," Perth paused for a while, and I heard indistinctive noises from the background. I turned at Port, watching Ben 10 on the television, unbothered. "Eros, don't be shocked!" he sounded with urgency. "Spill," "Port has golden blood," "He does?" my eyes went out from the news. Having golden blood was rare; the ratio was 1 in every 6 million people. It also has its advantages and disadvantages. I knew because I was one of them.

Joe said, once again pivoting to a random subject. "Right." "What’s your blood type, Elea?" "AB negative," she answered carefully. "Ah... no wonder it’s so rare." "Rare?" Elea felt her heart race. If Joe really was a vampire, would he attack her right here? She began walking toward a crowded, sunlit area of the park. As she suspected, Joe began to grow restless. "It’s getting really hot out here. Why don't we find some shade?" he suggested. "The sun is great! It’s full of vitamins. A bit of sunbathing is good for the skin," Elea replied, stopping in the middle of a bright patch of grass and opening her arms wide to the heat.

I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" "The blood," he said as he pulled out a vial of AB. The black ink on the vial read Rh-negative, and I felt myself salivate at the look of it. "This blood type is very rare in human society. It's also delicious for us, well, not as tasty as yours. More importantly, it's from a healthy and energetic human donor. You would love it once you tried."

Sophia leaned against Elliot. "Do you think she'll be okay?" Elliot tried to reassure her. "She'll be fine." Sophia suddenly remembered a problem. "Elizabeth has a rare blood type, and so does Phoebe. Given her critical condition, she must need a blood transfusion." She quickly opened her phone and posted an urgent request on Twitter. "Relative injured, urgently need RH-negative blood. Hope kind-hearted individuals can help. Generous reward offered. Location: Eden Hospital."