Novel & Cerita Ichor Golden Blood

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--"

The heavy oak door slammed shut behind them. The oppressive weight in the room instantly vanished. The shadows receded. The golden eyes dissolved into the morning light. I stood completely still, my heart hammering against my ribs. I turned slowly to face Alaric. He was watching me quietly, his deep blue eyes calm, as if he hadn't just terrified two wolves into running for their lives without lifting a finger. My breath caught. Golden eyes. Every pup in the continent grew up hearing the legends. Normal wolves had eyes that reflected their human irises, browns, greens, regular amber. But pure, glowing gold? That was a trait completely unique to the Royal Bloodline.

Only a head escaped, whereas the rest of its body entered the grinder. Alex said, “Jeez. This Five-clawed Golden Dragon just died. The blood on its body is still fresh, isn’t it? “We didn’t see any water source along the way. I’m thirty as hell. This dragon blood is drinkable, right?” Phoenix said, “A Five-clawed Golden Dragon’s blood should be very nourishing.” Alex immediately decided. “Drink it!”

His skin was pale and as white as snow, his eyes tightly shut. Seraphine was about to scream when she noticed that his chest was heaving, but slowly. She rushed towards Alaric and Theon. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she dropped to her knees. "What... What happened to him?" She asked Theon. "I don't know. He was addressing everyone when all of a sudden he just started coughing," Theon explained. Seraphine was confused. Why in the world would he cough up blood? She touched his cheek. He was as cold as ice, which frightened her.