Is Golden Blood Real Novels & Stories

The golden colour caught the eye easily and the attention to detail kept you hooked. She hummed as she took another bite of food. Her eyes narrowed at the golden, bloodied crest. The blood, though dried, was fresh, she could tell from the colour that still contrasted against the gold very nicely. Then the crest itself was still in good shape. It looked as good as the last time she saw it. Like it had been preserved all these years. "I'll have to check whose or what's blood is even on this..." She muttered.

I almost ignored him, I almost walked out, then he spoke again. “I already gave her the blood absorber.” My body went still, and I turned slowly. “What did you say?” “I've given her the blood absorber,” he repeated. My heart slammed against my ribs“Don’t tell me,” I whispered, dread creeping in, “that you made it with silver.” He shrugged. “What else would I use? Gold?” The room spun. “Moon,” I breathed. “You idiot.” I rushed toward him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Silver can be tested. It can be detected. They’ll know what it is.”

"I told her you lived with me, that you worked at the market, that Golden attended the local preschool. I mentioned his father wasn't in the picture but didn't elaborate." "Did you mention his eyes?" Zeke asked. "Their unusual color?" Fatima thought for a moment. "She asked about distinguishing features for all the children. I might have mentioned that Golden had striking gold eyes. I don't remember exactly." Zeke and I exchanged glances. That would have been enough. Anyone familiar with the Brooke Pack would recognize those eyes as Alpha bloodline. "Can you describe this woman?" Zeke pulled out his phone, presumably to take notes.

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.

His thumb brushed my lower lip gently “Maybe,” he said softly.. “The golden Honey that is swimming in your veins,” he murmured, voice velvet-soft yet insistent, “Belongs to him after midnight.” My eyes flicked back to the delicate beading on the fabric of my dress. Each tiny crystal caught the faint light, shimmering mockingly—like shards of ice mocking me. It was a cruel beauty. Elijah’s voice broke the silence again, low and velvety. “He likes to mark what’s his,” he said, a hint of a smile curling at his lips..

The room felt too small for the five of us to stand in. For a moment, she witnessed something she hadn’t before: a minor act of violence between the Alphas. Kael’s hand brushed against Dante’s shoulder with more force than necessary, a silent claim, a warning, and a spark of tension that could ignite at any second. Aria’s chest tightened further. The bond reacted instinctively, warmth spreading through her body, the connection between them all pulsing with energy she didn’t yet understand. Selena leaned back, observing with detached satisfaction. “Interesting,” she murmured. “So fragile, so volatile. A girl, and three wolves, and yet even a whisper of doubt shakes them. How… charming.”

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

Not only was her medical skill extraordinary— she had risked herself to save a stranger. His respect for her had only grown. Unfortunately, no DNA match existed in any database. The only thing they'd managed to identify was her blood type. An exceptionally rare one. Golden Blood. The same blood type Lucas himself possessed. That fact had been bothering him ever since. Who was she? And why did that coincidence feel so important? After several moments of thought, Lucas finally spoke. "Monitor the black market." His tone sharpened.

"You might want to check her ankles before you mate her on the floor. The guards aren't the only ones who brought silver into the Bloodmoon fortress tonight." Killian’s eyes snapped down to my feet. In the rush to play the victim earlier, I had let the broken glass cut my knee. But now, under his lethal gaze, the fresh blood dripping down my leg wasn't just red. Where the rogue's silver scent filled the air, my hybrid blood was reacting—turning a dark, shimmering, undeniable gold against the grey dirt of the cell floor. Killian froze, his breath catching as he stared at the golden blood. The truth was staring him right in the face.