Ichor Golden Blood Novels & Stories

Instead, I would get to feel it for the first time. I looked at it in my palm, the words for the activation spell ringing in my head. Then I inhaled deeply and held the amulet to my chest as I said the words out loud: "Like the force of a flood, wield your power through my blood." And just like that, what felt like electricity coursed throughout my veins, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as my body vibrated uncontrollably. I could not see anything except a bright, red light in my vision, and my grip on the amulet went tighter, causing my fingers to draw blood from my palm.

Lilith announced, her voice dripping with relief. Instinctively, I glanced at Ike, his face was expressionless, but with how tightly his teeth was clenched, he definitely wasn't happy with the result. I, on the other hand, was too busy struggling with the embarrassment gnawing at the back of my head to even feel disappointed. "If there was any magic in her, her blood would have had a golden tint and if there was a malicious magic in her, her blood would have turned dark. But it is just good old red, blood."

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.

The golden liquid shimmered, warm as living skin. Then, using his ritual knife, he sliced his own palm, not a deep cut, but enough to draw blood. His blood, the blood of an Aethelford, the blood of a jailer. Blood and tears met. The effect was instant and violent. A blinding light erupted from his palm, no longer golden, but a color he couldn't describe, like the first light of dawn fused with a lightning strike. The heat burned, yet it didn't hurt. It felt... like a recognition.

"Do it again." "Why?" "I want to see something." I hesitated. Then I bit my lower lip. Nikolai's breath caught. His eyes—those ice-blue eyes—darkened. His pupils dilated. His whole body went rigid, like he was fighting against something. "They're gold," he said. "Bright gold. Like—" He stopped. Swallowed. "Like the sun." I let go of my lip. "What does that mean?" "It means the blood is waking up faster than I thought." He ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. "It means you're not just a carrier, Ela. You're a shifter. Or you will be, soon."

Each drop of blood that had been shed in Brooklyn started to rise. From the streets. From old scars. From the cracks in the sidewalk. It ascended in flows, red and gold twisting upward into the sky disappearing into the void. My daughter’s blood was in that rain. I experienced it exiting her body as if an unseen force was drawing my spirit out through every pore. She was upstairs, asleep. However blood was streaming from her eyes, nose, ears and fingernails. Gold blood. Pure. The city was exhausting her. I yelled. Alexander was already, in motion lifting her up pressing his shirt against every wound. The blood immediately seeped through transforming the white cotton into a radiant golden glo

The pressure from the tower was pushing against me, and my dormant royal bloodline magic was fighting back, trying to force its way to the surface to protect my body. I gasped softly, my vision turning blurry and dark at the edges. I looked down at my hands. My stomach dropped in pure panic. Beneath my pale skin, my veins were beginning to glow with a faint, dangerous golden light. Bright, microscopic golden threads were spreading rapidly up my wrists, pulsing in time with my frantic heartbeat. If Gideon saw this, the secret would be out. A simple scholarship girl didn't have golden blood. Only the extinct High Sovereign line possessed that forbidden light.

“It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.” Hoko’s face turned white as a sheet upon hearing Xiyu’s words, and he clenched his fist behind his back, shivering as the couple faced each other. Using Xiyu’s ice dagger, Dongyue made a sharp cut on his hand and Xiyu’s, allowing the blood to trickle down the hole of the platform. Xiyu heard his prayers loud and clear. “Bodhisattva, grant me strength.” She heard the sound a chilly wind emerge from somewhere in the room, gradually getting louder and closer as the lights surrounding the platform lit up in a myriad of varying colours. No longer purple, she counted seven different colours.

Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me be I sat beside him Amidst the hubbub As he gasped for breath He touched my face Searching with the fingers He got to my neck And took me unawares Strangling with all his strength I was terrified Gasping for breath And trying to wrestle him I bit his hand very hard But he wouldn’t let me be My breath was feint My strength was fading My hands searched the ground I found a sharp object Which I thrusted towards his heart Puncturing his movement He fell slowly Releasing his grip from

"But...but if they had put the juice of blood leaf then how was the liquid golden-brownish?" Elias chuckled, "Blood leaf when grounded and boiled produces a golden coloured juice. They are tasteless as well which makes them perfect poison to be mixed with any other golden coloured liquid." Erica leaned back, reeling from what she had just heard. "Will it affect Xavier?" she asked, fear gripping her nerves suddenly. Even though he had just taken a sip but that sip contained a little amount of poison as well. Lucien replied, "No. It doesn't affect any other creature in the supernatural world." She sighed in relief.