Ichor Golden Blood Novels & Stories

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Blood—Elian’s blood— the ultimate lure. 'Stay back!' Kael roared, the shout tearing from his throat like shattered glass. Fury and fear warred in his voice, the chains vibrating with his convulsions. In that moment of raw snap, his control fractured. Eyelids flew open against his will, golden irises blazing with an otherworldly crimson glow—pupils slitted like a predator's, veins of black threading through the whites. They locked onto Elian's, unblinking, a vortex of ancient power sucking the air from the room.

"It is locked! It is asking for a body signature! June it needs the gold blood to work!" "I do not have any gold blood left!" June cried. She looked at her arm. The bandage was white. Her blood was red. The gold was all gone. The soldier rolled into the room. He was breathing hard. He grabbed a piece of metal. He stabbed Vane in her glowing eye. "Use the leftover liquid! The tank! There is liquid in the cracks of the glass!" June ran to the tank where her father had been. The glass was in pieces.. In the bottom there was a small puddle of blue and gold liquid.

Lin inquired, "What exactly is the golden blood drop?" Grandpa Wen smiled knowingly. "That's why I brought both of you here. Mia possesses the golden blood, and her blood possesses miraculous qualities. Other than her, there's no one else in the world with this golden blood except you." Shocked, Lin exclaimed, "You mean my blood can perform miracles like hers? I should hurry and give her my blood." Reacting impulsively, Lin reached for a magical knife. Old Wen swiftly grasped Lin's hand with seriousness etched on his features.

The energy in the room turned malevolent, and even breathing turned difficult as I stood there, gritting my teeth to fight back the urge to bolt. Suddenly, something bizarre happened. The crimson liquid inside the chalice split into two parts, a golden red liquid which swirled in one side and a murky brownish red slush in the other part. Wait. Did the two parts belong to Celina and Clara? What did that mean? “Impressive. Your mate has such powerful blood,” the witch murmured, her gaze fixed on the swirling golden red liquid, a greedy look in those beady eyes. “That’s my mate’s blood. Keep your thoughts to yourself,” I warned her, my voice a growl. She was not touching her blood. Never!

The urge to throw up is intense at the moment as my brain tries to grasp knowledge of what the King is doing to himself right now. “Why would you do that?” I scream at him, but I actually screamed out of concern for him. I’m forced to look back at his wound. My lips twitch, and my brows furrow when I notice the color of his blood. It’s not red. A golden color drips from his palms, down to the tiles— it looks like ichor, golden ichor. “Your blood…” I trail. He stares quietly, his face numb of any pain. It’s almost like he can’t feel the effects of what he has done to himself.

Rena chuckled and glared teasingly at Viktor. "You're a Badblood for sure" Niko said, who stood on the shadows a little far away from Viktor, leaning at the cold stone wall, his arms crossed at his chest. His voice was hard and deep, full and low. Very manly. "No ordinary humans bleed gold. You just don't know your ability yet and that golden blood is a clue" Serra stared at him. She seemed lost in his words and swallowed. His curly hair waving in his forehead, covering his eyes. His muscles was hard and firm in the dim light

A pulse. A presence. It began in the center of my chest. Then spread. Down my spine. Through my veins. Into every part of me. My breathing became uneven. The air around me changed. Maddalena froze. I felt her hand stop. Then— The blood suddenly erupted into light. Brilliant. Blinding. Golden. Not red. Not crimson. Gold. Pure liquid gold. Maddalena screamed. The bowl shattered on the floor. She stumbled backward in terror.

Then his eyes lifted to mine. And froze. The gold in his irises flickered then widened. The enforcers behind him actually took a step back. Because my eyes weren’t just glowing anymore. They were the exact same molten gold as his. Not the faint shimmer I’d seen in mirrors since the awakening. They were *his* gold. Alpha gold, pack-leader gold, the color that marked blood-right and dominance. How? The room went quiet except for Nora’s sharp intake of breath. Dominic took one slow step inside, His voice dropped low, almost reverent.

From the huge golden chandelier, adorned with crystals and candles to the golden and brown-themed hallway. With decorated golden pillars and columns attached to the wall before each room, I felt like I was walking down the aisle but with doors to my left and right instead of people. The floor was made out of marbled tiles of the colors- white and gold. The predominant colors of the hallway were gold, tan, and white from the tiles creating an interesting contrast with the picture I had of the house in my head.