Ichor Golden Blood Novels & Stories

I whisper, and he brings out a basin full of crimson liquid. Thinner than blood, but it has the same color and the same metallic smell. He slides it over to my side, making me nauseous with the smell. “Hold out your hand and dip it all the way into the potion, up to your wrists.” He demonstrates it to me, slipping his hand into the liquid. When he lifts it out of the basin, his skin is glowing gold. “I’m a Werewolf, so my skin becomes gold. Witches’ skin turn black. Go on, let’s see.”

The samples waited there where she had left them. Two vials, both sealed tight. One held the blood she had taken from Kojin. The other, Nico’s. In the weak dawn light they were not red but gold, like molten metal cooled into liquid form. They caught the first strip of morning and held it, bright and unnatural. Celeste stared at them for a long moment, feeling the faint pulse of warning and invitation that seemed to rise from the glass. Gold ichor blood. Blood of gods.

When he had drank it the first time nothing happened because we weren't a mated couple nor was it the vibrant color it was currently. "Does the golden blood cause confusion," I asked Aisha rather loudly. "Golden blood is from the Gods, Missy," the old woman cackled. I raised a brow and glanced over at her. Aisha made a snarl and told me Zeus was messing with Zayn and causing him issues. I rolled my eyes when she told me Zayn would have to overcome him. I asked if Zeus was responsible for the blood in my veins and she told me she thought it was a gift from the moon goddess but would check with her to be certain. I was getting frustrated with being a play thing for these higher beings. I heade

Today we celebrate the joining of two souls into one. The elder grabbed the chalice and splashed it towards where Nikolai and I stood. I flinched, expecting the blood to splatter us, but to my amazement, the blood swirled around us. It was odd because while I had witnessed the elder mixing the blood together you could now tell that the blood had come from two individuals. I tried to recall the times I had seen Nikolai’s blood, trying to determine if it had been different than mine, but every time I pictured it, it was the same dark red color. One swirl of blood was a deep red color with flickers of tungsten appearing throughout it. I could tell that this was Nikolai’s blood. Tungsten was a s

“The color of the orb above your hand will change color as you hover it over different parts of your patient’s body. Different colors mean different ailments, but in general, green means they are healthy and the darker the red, the closer to death they are. I know you just want to blow shit up, but this stuff helps with control, so just do it.” I suppressed a snicker as I stopped the cart next to them. Lady Britanny filled a foam cup with coffee before reaching for my chin. I forced myself to hold still, then bit my tongue to keep from moaning again when her touch lingered. Her hands were so soft on my face, and the sensations she poured into me went straight to my lower bits. A dozen other

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

She’s looking at Yildiz with so much guilt and I wonder what that’s about, but I don’t have time to care. I look over my precious animai, her freckled nose twitching in her sleep adorably. I look down further and I can see the stain of golden blood that has soaked through her black blouse. Unlike most beings who bleed red, irshiusts blood is gold like their eyes and the glitter of their skin. There is a sweetness found in each of their scents that is specific to all irshiusts, they’re only one of two beings to not bleed red, the other being the Gods.

He asked, his eyes fixed on the doctor. “Sure.” The doctor hurried out of the room. Moments later, he returned with the scalpel and handed it to Mavros. Mavros carefully slit Logan’s throat again, making sure to not cut any vein. As soon as blood poured from the wound, Mavros’ eyes glowed a bright red, and the golden color of ichor began separating itself from Logan’s blood. The ichor went into Mavros’ body, and by the time he was done, Logan opened his eyes.

The result made her freeze. Usually, werewolf blood turns a deep red and stabilises, but this time it was different. This sample's colour reacted violently within a second of touching the medium. It sparked with an unnatural golden sheen. Additionally, the automatic sensors on the reaction table lit up, indicating an extremely high energy intensity.

Crimson liquid oozed from the cut. "See? My blood is clearly red. Why then do I have powers?" She said to Yuka, tears filling her eyes. Kai cleared his throat, nervously. "Um- Hazel... It's not- It's not red" he said and she frowned. "W-what?" She looked down at her fingers again, her eyes going wide when she saw that she wasn't bleeding red blood. "I have golden blood? H-how? That's not possible. My parents....they are red bloods. They don't have an ounce of magic--"