Blood Chart Homestuck Novels & Stories

Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers. I’m in my room, door locked, chemistry notes spread out like a losing battle. I’m re-drawing the same Vinča symbol on my palm for the 2,114th time (healing wipes it clean every morning, same old routine). Then the bloodstone cracks. A tiny, perfect fracture right down the center. A single drop of liquid starlight (not blood) beads up and rolls down my forehead onto my open textbook. The Crown HUD flickers once. CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47

His frown deepened with each negative result. "Physically, you're fine," he said, confusion clear in his voice. "But these symptoms shouldn't be happening." "Then why are they?" "Your blood work is normal. Your vitals are stable. Heart rate, blood pressure, everything checks out." He set down his clipboard. "I think it's the bond. The instability is manifesting physically now." "Can you treat it?" "Not with medicine. This isn't a physical illness I can prescribe something for. The bond itself needs to be stabilized."

Carter shouted, stumbling back as frost crackled near his feet. “You’ll kill everyone with your madness!” Unbeknownst to Mr. Carter, the phenomenon never reached the third floor, where Lynette slept. Instead, both powers seemed drawn there, crackling with a strange yearning, as if missing the one within. Everywhere else—the mansion, the living room, the halls, was chaos. Servants sprawled unconscious, some injured, a few lifeless. Seeing the devastation wrought by Azael’s power, Mr. Carter could no longer hold back the truth.

she was anxious to know what it was. "Okay." Dr. Yamamoto Hiroki nodded and stepped aside to make way for Gray Danvers. Gray Danvers pushed open the door and entered the hospital room that reeked of disinfectant, on the bed was a blonde girl with closed eyes. With needles inserted into Marris's slender arm, she looked like a broken robot that had to be repaired from scratch. “It…” Gray Danvers trembled when he saw the moving drawings on the computer screen The display of the blood test results made Gray Danvers shiver. The triangular shape of the sphere represents that virus, which the sepia-haired girl will never forget for the rest of her life.

He sighed, “Well, that’s not really important. The thing is, he treasures you and he didn’t want to hurt you yet he ended up drinking so much from you that you were out for a week.” That last line took a little bit of time to process, “A week!!” I was out for a week!?!?! “Oh my God!” “That’s not the problem Nena,” Alister sighed, “Like I said before, your blood is addictive. You could have died.” The weight of those words hit hard and my head buzzed for a moment. I could have died? I shook my head I didn’t want that to faze me. “But I didn’t,” I looked back at him with a firm gaze, “I’m still here.”

“If I told you the truth, I’d lose the only thing keeping me sane.” “Then maybe you already have,” she whispered. For a second, their eyes locked, love tangled with exhaustion, devotion wrestling with fear. He stood up abruptly. “I’ll be back by nightfall.” And just like that, he was gone. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hours Later- Derrick’s temporary office Derrick stood over a microscope, his jaw tight, his eyes focused on a small vial of Natasha’s blood sample. The serum shimmered faintly under the fluorescent light, a silver tint that shouldn’t exist in normal plasma.

Doc The sterile overhead light spat cold shadows across my desk, casting a dismal glow on discarded reports stained with blood-slick notes. Every nerve in me screamed for release, for what I hadn’t tasted in days—and that craving threatened to obliterate what remained of my sanity. I clenched my fists, feeling the sting of restraint, refusing to give in to Shelby’s latest request of buying a blood donor, I told myself I can do this on my own. “I shouldn’t have this much problem trying to source a willing partner,” I muttered to himself, voice hoarse with frustration,

Please— The spark died. The needle stayed dull. Dark. Inert. The Healer frowned. Drew blood into a small vial, then withdrew the needle. He held the vial up to the light, examining it. "Well?" Varen asked. "She tests as standard omega." The Healer sounded almost... disappointed? "Weak bloodline. Nothing unusual at all." Elena nearly collapsed with relief. Only Xander's warning look kept her upright. "You're certain?" Varen moved closer, peering at the vial.

“What are you trying to say?” ​He passed us a document. “This is a bit tough to interpret, but glance at the third column. It displays the red and white blood cell tallies along with platelet levels. The upper line displays Lyanna’s figures from today. White blood cell tallies are incredibly high, similar to a shifter. That’s the reason we almost never fall ill. The platelets are through the roof, which explains the healing factor we possess. It makes perfect sense, right? Because Lyanna has shifter blood.” We both gave a nod, but Doc shook his head. “That’s the trouble. The blood from before indicates that she is entirely human. Cell and platelet tallies are exactly where an average human’s

As I read over the various numbers and data lines, I realized very quickly that I hardly understood any of it. "What does any of this mean?" I asked. It wasn't just the statistics that I didn't understand, I couldn't comprehend the entire situation. I'm not a Lycanthrope, I'm not a Lycanthrope, I kept repeating in my head. The doctor walked over and began to point to various horizontal columns on the chart. "We did a blood panel," he told me. "We can determine Lycanthropy by reading the levels of hemoglobin, platelets, WBC, and various other things. Because Lycans have the ability to regenerate body tissue rapidly as a way to heal quicker, your white blood cell count is a very good indicator