Rh-null Golden Blood Novels & Stories

His skin had faded to an ashen gray, the faint gold that had once burned through his veins now dulled to something fragile—like an ember on the verge of collapse. “Vitals dropping,” Dr. Aris said sharply, hands moving fast. “The Ancient Blood overloaded his system. His marrow is rejecting itself. He needs a stabilizer—now.” “Then give it to him,” Kael said from the doorway. His voice was hoarse. He looked like he had come straight from a battlefield—mud on his boots, rain still clinging to his hair, the scent of pine sharp with panic. “We can’t,” Aris snapped, holding up an empty vial. “He’s RH–Ancient Negative. Royal marker. Standard blood would act like a toxin.”

Tilly usually took charge of these kinds of exchanges. "Uh, I want to buy four vials of Keltofane," Rachel said into Sharon's ear. "Oh, why didn't you just start with that love?" The blonde Vampire heiress let out a sigh of relief that the transaction could now proceed smoothly. Sharon unzipped the bumbag around her waist. She took out the four vials filled with a liquid as dark as a human's blood. The purple undertones in the liquid are what verified the contents in the glass vial. Rachel's heartbeat picked once she realized that the Keltofane was in her reach.

A white light bursts from my chest and shoots down the street. “Let’s go.” Bella keeps hold of my hand to maintain the spell in Jamal’s nullifying aura. We race through the streets, following the light to a rocky section of beach. I smell the blood before I see anything. A lot of it. The compartment I shoved my emotions into? Obliterated. I drop Bella’s hand—the spell dies—but I don’t need it anymore. I smell her. Her blood. I sprint toward the rocks. And I find them. The bodies of Roweena, Iona, and the Red One—Nyx’s mother.

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a

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.

"The Heir... he’s eating the air in my lungs. He’s hollowed me out." "Because you are empty, Rhea. You are a vessel without content, so the Shadow King is filling you with himself." Lucien reached into his cloak and pulled out a small, ornate vial made of star-silver. Inside, a single drop of liquid moved with a thick, heavy pulse. It glowed with a deep, ancient gold—a light so bright it hurt to look at. "This is Original Blood. The source. It’s older than the Mooncrest line, older than the packs. It is pure, concentrated existence." "What will it do?" Rhea asked, her curiosity warring with her terror.

My fingers tightened slowly as I asked, “I just need a box of cold medicine, the kind that reduces fever.” The nurse looked at me but didn’t move. Instead, she asked, “Basic paracetamol is one dollar. Cash or card?” One dollar? I couldn’t even come up with one dollar. All I had left on me was the 41 cents Cole hadn’t spent. The nurse waited quietly for a few seconds, her eyes sweeping over my miserable state. It seemed like she understood something. She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.”

"I do see something in it, but barely." "Well, it's there. There's both wolfsbane and silver in the blood. This is true for the three patients I have tested since I got here." "When did you get here?"I asked, recalling the last time I had seen him. It was at one of the meetings when he checked my mother as well as Tyrell.

I run into the woods, blood, I need blood. I sniff, there's a human in here, I look around, noticing two elderly couple walking and smiling at each other. I lick my lips. I speed in front of them which startled them. I quickly grab the old man neck and suck out all the blood in his vain, making the old lady scream. The man fell from my hand lifelessly, my eyes turn red, my demons showing itself, I look at the terrified woman before grabbing her and finishing what I started. *****"**

I asked. "For normal wolves, the colour of their blood is red, for Alphas, Lunas, Betas and Gammas, their blood is a mixture of red and their pack colour but for actually blessed Alphas like Alpha Ty, their blood is a mixture of red, gold or silver and their pack colour." "Why gold or silver? Why does it vary?" I asked. "Well, it depends on gender, gold for female and silver for male." He replied. "So, now, we need a blood sample." He added.