Why Is It Called Monkey Blood Medicine Novels & Stories

Familiar eyes shine through the dripping blood with a snarl. The monster grabs my wrist before I can pull back from a hard strike to its neck, and twists my hand painfully, bringing me down to my knees. Wait. How did it know my name? “OOwwwW!” I howl in pain and glare at the monster. “Let me go!” It takes a beat for me to look past his bloody appearance. Those eyes. I know who this fucker is. The coagulated blood he’s covered head to toe in isn’t blood at all. It’s the red mud of the Blood River. The natural iron deposits make the water blood red. It’s so potent that it turns the mud on the river banks blood red as well.

I’m curious what they did. “Oh, hermana! You won’t believe how amazing Nyx’s blood is! It’s naturally producing Methylene Blue! That was originally lab created to help with malaria and was also known to have wound healing abilities, but Nyx naturally produces and it’s completely unheard of!” Mia said with a full-on smile.

Though he hadn't quite made the breakthrough, his power was nonetheless formidable. "I-I don't know, Mr. Eden," stammered Golden Snake, fearing for his life. Herald interjected, "Could someone have tampered with us and switched the enhancement elixirs? These creatures aren't the expected monsters from the supposed infection; they resemble..." He paused, deep in thought. "Yes, I recall the Rivera family created a drug years ago called Monkify. Injecting it caused rapid mutations, turning people into ape-like beings.” Eden frowned deeply at this revelation, his anger intensifying instead of abating. "Charlie instructed you to get the enhancement elixirs. How did you end up with this mess?" he

I gently cut my fingertip with my teeth, and a drop of jewel-like red blood welled up from the wound. I put my finger underneath his nose. Gradually the blood began to vaporize. The jewel-like sparkle fading away, turning into a haze that burrowed into his nostrils. "Ah! Stop it! Stop–uh... uh!" John spat out a pool of black blood from his mouth, gasping for air. My blood was both a poison and a good medicine for mortals. The right dose did have the ability to bring back the dead, but too large a dose would also make them go insane.

"I don't think we should ask anyone anything at the moment." Silently agreeing. We sat. I ordered food from a serving girl, a small fae with moth wings and eyes too large for her face. The food was expensive and terrible, some kind of meat I did not recognize, but we ate it anyway. Hunger did not care about taste. Hours passed. The crowd thinned and thickened. Mercenaries came and went. I listened to fragments of conversation, pieces of gossip, rumors that floated through the smoke filled air. A vampire mentioned a new batch of medicine coming from the mountain keeps. Expensive. Rare. Grown from Mo flesh... it struck me as odd. but I said nothing.

Even in my previous life, when she was tortured to death, she never let go of my hand. Tears fell like raindrops onto the soil. At this moment, I was in so much pain that even breathing hurt. "Need any help?" I looked up and met Edwina Simpson's dark, gentle eyes. At yesterday's banquet, both Miriam and Edwina were struck by snake venom. In my previous life, I was so fixated on saving Miriam that I slashed my own wrist to give her my blood as an antidote. This caused Edwina to miss the critical window for treatment and ultimately die from the venom.

Diana held a medical degree from a reputable institution. "It's a documented approach in heretic medicine. Records describe it as a treatment for wasting conditions, skin deterioration, and fever following animal bites, using fresh blood while it is still warm. But not just anyone's blood will work. It requires a very specific constitution. "Modern medicine has advanced the concept further. Human serum albumin derived from blood is now used widely to treat a range of conditions.

And that never happens. I tip the cup in my hand and down the last bit of the blood-brewed coffee. Thick, dark, and bitter on my tongue. A blend from the Carmine Arabica plantations, the kind of beans only cultivated in blood-fed soil. Vampires have been growing it for centuries. We call it Sanguara. It's just enough to pass for normal and keep the skin from going pale. It dulls the thirst too. But it doesn’t drown it. Especially mine and my brothers’.

Helma coldly ignored him. Monkey did not care. He walked to the guard at the door and asked the guard to stop. "The Strategist has said that if you need anything, you can request the men to buy it. If you want to leave this villa, you have to wait until my young master recovers from his illness." One of the doctors looked at Monkey in disbelief. "The patient has advanced gastric cancer. How will he get better?" Monkey lifted his foot and kicked the man hard in the lower abdomen.

Completely healed. "Her blood," he said slowly, "is different. When I tested it, the color was off. Darker. With a gold shimmer I've never seen before." "Gold?" I moved closer, staring at the vial of blood on the tray. He was right. In the light, it had an almost metallic sheen. Seth's face twisted. "What kind of freak—" "There are legends," Dr. Martinez cut him off, voice sharp. "Very old legends. About wolves with golden blood. Healers. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. But they've been extinct for centuries. The bloodline died out before my grandfather was born."