Is Golden Blood Real Novels & Stories

Sin grabbed him by the collar, "Doctor, how dare you say that?" "It is the truth. Melissa must have been noticing the signs before it escalated to this level. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do in this situation." Sin raised his fist to punch him, but Aurelio stepped between them, "Calm down," and to Edward, "There is an antidote to it, right?" "There is, but it's almost impossible to get it as it is very rare," "What is the antidote," Aurelio asked. "The golden blood. It is a very rare type of blood that belongs to only a few people in this world," Edward explained.

I nervously took the knife even though Hunter gave me an assuring smile and mouthed,"It'll be fine," He knows why I am nervous. It is because of my golden blood. What if my blood went mixed with his? What will happen then? I shook off all the negative ideas of my head and took the knife, then made a cut on my hand. As soon as the golden blood is flowing from the wound, everyone's eyes are on me. I could hear some gasps. A drop of my blood was on the bowl, then the elder began to mix it well with an old small ancient carved wooden staff. He then nodded his head and put the bowl on the table, then he took his seat. Another one of the elders stood up, bringing up two candles.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

A warm golden smudge glistened there—my blood, shimmering like liquid sunlight. I looked down at my neck. The bite was already healing—faster than it should have—golden traces fading into skin. Elara’s voice was barely a whisper. “Nico… your blood is gold.” I stared at the smudge on her hand. “This is strange,” I said. “My blood’s never looked like this before.” She licked her lips—slow, tasting me again—and her eyes fluttered shut for a second. “Are you okay?” I asked, panic rising. “Did it hurt you?”

But that is not my fault. I smiled when I realized everything. "They tried to kill me but they didn't know biting me is a suicide." They are also taking a suicide if they wanted to bite me. All this time, I didn't know that my blood was worse than some other poisonous thing. But having this kind of blood, where did I get it? Or maybe my blood is really poisonous to their vampires. I didn't think much and called Rogelou, one of the students I was scared when I found out he had killed his step father.

Meanwhile, Serlon went to the storage room and filled up a bucket with acid. “These must be the gold coins your beloved queen gave you, emblazoned with royal symbols.” Hugo gave Serlon a look. Serlon poured the acid onto the spilled bag of gold coins. The gold washed off like a sparkling river, leaving behind dull and worthless iron. “They’re fake!” Ben exclaimed. Oscar cried out in anguish. “Now, do you want to sample one of my knives? Or are you going to tell the prince where Luca is hiding?”

Hi readers This is my book blue blood and be sure to know what I write and what you'll all be reading is all in my imagination,it's all a fictionalized. All scenes,sword fighting skills,Powers and all are all work of my imagination if this reminds you of a scene before or a true life story it's all a coincidence. Thanks... ____________________________ In a small hut a woman groan in pain, rubbing her big tummy, she stretch her legs apart, moaning, tears and sweat mixed together on her face, her hairs pull apart but still her beautiful moonlight face shone.

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

On top of it sat a bowl made of heavy, dark silver. "This is the Bowl of Truth," she said. "Drop your blood into it. If you have the Alpha blood of Blueclaw in your veins, the silver will turn gold. If you’re a liar... it will turn black." I felt my stomach drop. I had the blood. I was an Alpha’s daughter. The silver would turn gold. But the bowl reacted to the essence of the wolf. If it felt a female wolf where a male was supposed to be, it would smoke. It would scream the truth.

I look at him, such a tiny, frail thing. And then… he opens his eyes. And my heart lurches in my chest. My lips fall open on a soundless gasp. His eyes… they’re golden. Like Cassian’s, his father. Golden orbs that flutter up at me. They remind me of the night that led to this. And my chest aches. In longing, but also in love. Love for this pup that has my blood flowing through his veins. I look at Asha, Wendy and Esme, they’re all standing with lips parted and wide eyes.