Ichor Golden Blood Novels & Stories

Like something inside her had recognized it. Her breath caught. Her fingers trembled. She didn’t notice her reflection in the shattered glass at first. But when she turned, her eyes found it—and froze. Her irises were glowing. Not just red—gold. The edges sparked like embers, wild and wrong. Her skin shimmered faintly, like her body couldn’t decide what it wanted to be. She blinked, hard. It was gone. No. No, that wasn’t real. That didn’t just happen.

“It’s about the child of prophecy.” A chill seeps into my bones, and my fists clench at my sides. The silence in the room seems to thicken. “What about it?” “The child of prophecy is a male,” Gaza replies. “Born of royal blood, and can be identified by the colour of his hair.” My neck tilts. “Hair colour? What’s the colour?” He straightens, eyes burning a strange orange colour before returning to its normal amber. “White.” A sharp inhale sounds.

“Don’t put her in danger.” Ingrid smiled slightly. “Just a drop of blood.” Lilith took a deep breath, then Ingrid handed her a small silver needle. “Use this.” Lilith gently pricked her fingertip. A drop of red blood slowly appeared. But its color looked slightly different now. It was a deep red with a golden sheen that was only visible for a moment when hit by sunlight. Selene’s eyes widened instantly. “That...”

"If you touch her... I will tear this world apart with my bare hands." "You and what army?" Damon sneered, gesturing to the hundreds of Silver-Claw warriors and the High Priest’s magic. But then, the air went silent. The birds in the trees stopped chirping. The wind stopped blowing. The very ground beneath my "dead" body began to turn black. Chloe frowned, looking down at me. "Wait... why is her blood turning gold?" My eyes snapped open.

The blood on Dante's sleeve was real. The King slowly looked up from his daughter, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Dante’s stone face. The manic tension in Lorenzo’s shoulders suddenly broke, replaced by a dark, profound grin. "From the hip," Lorenzo murmured, a dry, barking laugh escaping his throat. He poured a second glass of scotch and pushed it across the mahogany desk toward Dante. "You see that, Enzo? That is what real currency buys you. A ghost who doesn't bleed out, and a weapon that doesn't miss."

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

Both Vero and Iki were shocked, causing them to fall backward instantly. "What's this, Vero?" asked Julio, and in an instant, Diana's irises returned to their original color, which was blue. "Impossible!" said Vero. "Red...? Did I just see blood-red eyes? A color that only vampires have?” Iki thought. Diana got up quickly and went straight to where Ika and Fos were fighting. She immediately entered the battle arena, attacked Fos blindly, and on the one hand continued to try to avoid Ika's attacks that were shown to her.

“During the Swarm War… Kojin got injured. One of the last battles. He was bleeding out. His blood hit the ground—and it was gold. Liquid gold. Ichor. I thought I was hallucinating from blood loss. But I wasn’t. Kojin was a god. His blood *was* ichor.” She lowered her gaze—locked on me. “I studied at Storm Academy in Utah. And before that—in Shambhala. Ancient texts. Vampire physiology, divine anatomy, the old wars. Every single one said the same thing: the blood of gods is golden ichor. Not red. Not silver. Gold. Pure. Eternal.” She narrowed her eyes—sharp, searching. “Nico… have you ever met your biological parents?” The question landed like a stone in still water. I felt Elara’s hand tight

Zayne took a good look at what Ralph wants to explain. "This is The Golden V. I created this name because they have specific golden color blood. Each of my survivors had a slightly different color, but they were still a golden one. Am I correct, Miss Athena?" Athena slightly nods to Ralph’s question. She indeed had golden color blood. A blueprint of the Golden V substance starts to form when Ralph presses a button on a small controller in his hand.