Novel & Cerita Ichor Golden Blood

and gently pressed his lips against the twin punctures on her skin. Emaline had lost consciousness. He pressed his lips tenderly against his beloved's, savouring the sweet taste of her mouth before trailing kisses down her body. It was only at that moment that Alaric savoured the flavour of the girl's blood. The creature came to a halt, savouring the alluring aroma and delectable essence of Emaline's blood. "D*mn, this is RH null blood." He moistened his lips with his tongue. The blood coursing through his beloved's veins was of the rarest kind, known as golden blood. Its scarcity was unmatched, making it a precious commodity in the medical world.

I asked because I had never heard anything like it before. “It’s the name the Crone gave me many years ago. Ichor is kind of her way of teasing me for being a vampire. Ichor is the fluid that flows like blood in the veins of gods. Since the gods are immortal and vampires are immortal, given my diet consists mostly of blood it just stuck. Agatha and all of her children have all called me Ichor,” he explained.

“When Prince Kohen smelled my blood, he was able to tell it right away. How come none of the werewolves or vampires can tell?” “Like I said, golden blood was believed to be a myth. You can't even find any book about it. Only my grandmother told me about it. She told me that there was a small clan of healers and a rare one could be found among them. A golden blood that can cure any kind of curse or diseases once you consume them.” I swallowed loudly and fear ran through my whole body.

The concubines looked excited they each took a glass for themselves and drank it. "It is good wine." One of them said grinning. "I know that…", Dina said drinking from a golden cup filled with wine from a different bottle… "It is also good in masking the smell of poison." Dina added "What? One of the maid said looking confused just then her colleague standing beside her fell on the ground vomiting blood. Yuvie was shocked to her bone marrow, she turned to her other direction and saw her other friend fall to the ground abruptly, she too started vomiting blood.

She advanced. It was fast, faster than any human should be. The dagger cut through the air in a silver arc, and I dodged by instinct, but I wasn’t fast enough. The blade grazed my left forearm, opening a cut that burned like fire. My blood poured out, red mixed with a bright golden tone, staining the marble floor. “Interesting.” The witch murmured, her gray eyes fixed on the glow of my blood. “Lilim blood is truly golden. The ancient texts didn’t lie.”

Chapter 170: The Golden Fuel The vial of quintessence felt impossibly heavy in Natalia’s palm. The thick, viscous gold fluid inside surged against the glass, pulsing with a raw, alchemical heat that instantly warmed her frozen fingers. It was the stolen lifeblood of Oakhaven’s mountains, the concentrated energy Malakor had used to forge an empire from the blood of slaves.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

It was a nine meters tall white jade altar that was tens of meters long. Chu Xun slowly approached, and his pupils contracted slightly. The center of this altar was empty, like a lake. Scarlet red blood flew within. Above the altar, a golden spear towered. The blood in the blood pool at the center of the altar flowed toward the golden spear through a shallow groove. The spear absorbed all of the blood. Streaks of blood, partly hidden and partly visible, appeared on the golden spear. It was surrounded by a golden glow. A bloody aura swirled around it, and a terrifying pressure burst out.

The gold liquid didn't just sit there; it began to glow and cast a strange, ethereal light onto the faces of the Council. Elder Silas let out a sharp breath, reaching out, his fingers hovering over the basin. “By the Great Wolf,” he whispered. “What is it?” Luciano demanded, stepping forward, his brow furrowed. “Is there a contaminant? A curse?” Silas turned his sightless eyes toward me, and for the first time, I saw something that looked like genuine shock. “This is no contaminant,” Silas said, with a trembling voice. “She carries the Lumina marker. The Pure-Blood Royal strain of the Northern Highlands.”

“We watch, all of us. We wait. We guide. Now you are here, and you listen. You must listen.” We talked for what seemed like hours. She told me about our family. And I realized that I barely knew about it. Stories of light and pain. Of choice that felt like it was too hard to make. Of the nights when their hands shook. She told me about the blood that runs inside of us. The old names that they used in secret when the moon was full— Sanguis Aureo. She called it like it was a secret jewel. The Golden blood. The line that both blessed and cursed us, depending on who held it.