Ichor Golden Blood Novels & Stories

Her fingers fumbled several times, but she was determined to do it herself, afraid he might try to help her again. When she turned back to face him, he still hadn't spoken. Instead, he removed his waterproof jacket and draped it over Riley. Underneath, he wore a black hoodie adorned with a unique golden emblem on the left chest—a crescent moon and a droplet shimmering faintly in the dim light. At that moment, everything became clear to Riley. The golden moon and the golden droplet of blood symbolized the Golden Blood Pack, one of the world's most renowned packs, led by Eash's father.

Long Chen’s blood had also truly turned golden; normally, he could conceal it, but this time, his golden blood was truly impossible to hide anymore. “Wait for me!”

near its neck, a wide, silver slot worn smooth by centuries of use. "Mina! Cian!" I called out. "I need your light to prime the ink!" The children ran to my side. They placed their hands on the dragon’s cold iron flank. As their Golden Blood pulsed, the lead cylinders began to glow. The "Ink" wasn't black; it was a shimmering, liquid violet, the color of the Thorne family debt, now transformed into the Thorne family's legacy. I thrust the scroll into the silver slot. The dragon shuddered. Its internal gears began to spin with a deafening, melodic clatter.

"Let the beginning meet the end." He poured the drop onto her crystalline lips. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then, as the gold liquid touched the sapphire glass, the reaction was violent. Rhea’s body arched off the altar, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The gold blood didn't just sink in; it raced through her silver veins like liquid fire, warring with the violet darkness of the Heir. Perfect, Lucien thought, stepping back to watch the show. The frequency is shifting.

The silence inside the subterranean cell was heavy enough to crush bone. Alpha Killian remained completely motionless, his towering, muscular frame cast in sharp, jagged shadows by the flickering torchlight outside the iron bars. His dark gaze was glued to the floor, tracking the slow, agonizing drip of my blood. On the grey dirt, the crimson fluid didn't pool like a normal wolf’s. It separated, a shimmering, liquid gold swirling through the red like oil in water, glowing faintly against the cold stone.

It was only later that Hailey could place the accent as Russian. "I'll give you whatever you want.. anything...just don't hurt me please." He seemed to consider what she had said and then replied in a cold, measured voice. "I need the blood orchid." "Blood what? I've never heard of that I swear it . You must have me mistaken for someone else i don't know what that is," Hailey rambled on with apprehension. For reply, he started squeezing her shoulders tightly and then she felt something sharp dig into skin. Pain shot right through her and she screamed out.

She replied as she sipped a bit of that sweet blood. Her sapphire blue eyes are full of color. In a heartbeat, it is now golden—as gold as an Egyptian pharaoh’s golden casket. “You see now, Romaine. You now know on how blood changes a vampire and werewolf’s eye colors into golden ones, much as when a person becomes greedy and her real attitude eventually unravels?” “What the hell are you talking about, Hemera?” Hemera bursted into a creepy giggle. Romaine was engulfed with goosebumps. She never heard her second-in-command eerily act like this before.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

"Indeed, Princess." "We just want to ask a bit of your consideration. We badly need the help of the magical healer from the west. And there's only one thing that could please him. The wine 'Blood of the Wise'. This is a very crucial time for us, Mr. Elixr. I hope you would understand." "Now I see where you're coming from." He nodded and went to the chair in front of the rectangular table. "Have a seat, Princess and gentlemen." I was about to sit but the ironclad arm around my waist stopped me.

The doctor ran her eyes around the lab looking for someone to help her, and huffed. -When I don't need help, there's a lot of people around me, bothering me, and now, when I really need there's no one -she grumbled as she stood up and went to the 'cooler'-a kind of refrigerator specific to store blood- and took a vial of human blood, another one with vampire blood, another one with wolf blood and another one with blood altered by the drug DroPaCem and took them with her to the microscope.