Novel & Cerita Ichor Golden Blood

I looked at him, confused as sh*t because I was. I've long known that my body's potential is a little bit different from others around me. It's one of the reasons I'm so good at what I do, and the reason I refuse to look too closely at myself and my capabilities. "I see you're confused, so let me spell it out for you. Do you know what the golden blood is?" I shook my head because I didn't. "Never heard of it."

Dr. Gates sighed and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. Finally, he said, “Young Master Philip, have you ever heard of something called the golden blood in this world?” Philip abruptly reacted and said, “It has something to do with golden blood?” Dr. Gates nodded and said, “Young Master Philip, truth be told, 20 years ago, I was fortunate enough to have encountered a patient with golden blood. That patient’s condition was very similar to the young madam’s. She underwent two childbirths and had a hemorrhage during her second delivery. Later, her blood flow collapsed and her body quickly deteriorated. All vitality in her blood essence was lost. In less than three years, the p

Sin grabbed him by the collar, "Doctor, how dare you say that?" "It is the truth. Melissa must have been noticing the signs before it escalated to this level. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do in this situation." Sin raised his fist to punch him, but Aurelio stepped between them, "Calm down," and to Edward, "There is an antidote to it, right?" "There is, but it's almost impossible to get it as it is very rare," "What is the antidote," Aurelio asked. "The golden blood. It is a very rare type of blood that belongs to only a few people in this world," Edward explained.

My right heel and half of my right foot are black from necrotized skin, as is my entire left hand from catching myself on the floor when I fell. Blood flows onto the floor and immediately crystalizes as the coral cuts deeply into my feet. Is it strange that the golden ichor looks so pretty like that? It’s one of the few things that gives the room any color. My immortal life’s blood splattered on the floor from the pieces of coral that I’ve managed to dislodge and throw across the room or puddling beneath and around the piece of rock that I’m standing on. When the heat begins, it will burn it all away and I’ll star all over again.

His chef always whips up interesting dishes made entirely of blood containing various herbs and spices. Getting ready to entertain Baron and his guests is a tedious process. I always have to look my best even though it’s not my appearance that matters to him. It’s my blood. The rarest of the rare - they call it golden blood. I’m literally a vampire delicacy, and while no one’s allowed to bite me, he does like to show me off so they can smell what they can't have.

Completely healed. "Her blood," he said slowly, "is different. When I tested it, the color was off. Darker. With a gold shimmer I've never seen before." "Gold?" I moved closer, staring at the vial of blood on the tray. He was right. In the light, it had an almost metallic sheen. Seth's face twisted. "What kind of freak—" "There are legends," Dr. Martinez cut him off, voice sharp. "Very old legends. About wolves with golden blood. Healers. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. But they've been extinct for centuries. The bloodline died out before my grandfather was born."

Yet, in the end, he was the one who struggled to accept his son’s mate. “Royal purple dragon blood is sacred,” Alaric said, causing everyone to glance at him. “And if Iris insists that Mariah spilled it, then accept the blood of the golden dragon as compensation.” And with that, he grew a claw and slashed himself, spilling his blood. “Nay,” all the Lords shouted. Purple dragon blood may be sacred, but it was not as sacred as the blood of a golden dragon, which is born rarely. They have never been more than one golden dragon alive in the dragon land, hence why they don’t have a clan for it.

They chanted in a language I didn't understand. "Old Vampiric," Seraphine said. "Continue." "Lucian cut my wrist. Let my blood drip into a chalice. Then he..." I felt my cheeks heat. "He drank from my neck. Not from the chalice. Directly from me. And his eyes... they changed. They weren't silver anymore. They were gold. Glowing gold." Seraphine's eyes widened. "Gold?" "Yes. Why? What does that mean?"

I wiped it, but my fingers came back gold. Not tears. Just blood. My ichor. I didn't have tears left anyway.