Homestuck Purple Bloods Novels & Stories

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

bearable. "Well, I liked to think of myself as an ascetic," she said. "An ascetic?" I looked up from my book with a raised eyebrow. "Like those Indian gurus who starve themselves to free their souls?" "Something like that," she just shrugged. "Maybe I should be an anorexic vampire then," I murmured to myself. Octavia muffled a laugh. "We're half-blood," she said, "We don't feed off humans." "Doesn't come naturally to me," I said. "Didn't you just say I'm quite different?"

The blood lines thread looked eerie and ominous, as if something dangerous was about to awaken. Something that was not meant to exist. Something that might endanger mankind if not handled well. Thunder and lightning rumbled incessantly outside the mansion, as if a storm were brewing, like it was signaling the birth of something ominous. Inside the secret room, the floating coffin, wrapped in a web of mysterious threads, became transparent, as if the threads had a life of their own, sucking the essence of the coffin into nothingness.

I had not anticipated the close connection between Gislain and one of the heroes. One by one, the nobles followed Gislain's lead, contributing their blood to the swirling crimson vortex, my turn finally arrived. Hero Adelaine spared me a brief glance as I stepped forward, taking the dagger and making a clean incision on my finger. I must admit, I felt a twinge of unease as I watched my blood, a deep crimson hue, join the collective. You see, my blood was not entirely human - it carried the taint of demonic essence. While it appeared red to the naked eye, I possessed the ability to shift its colour to a rich purple, should the need arise.

But nothing was happening, it was supposed to turn a bright blue, yet it stayed the same red color and a foul odor started to rise from the blood. “WHAT, why is it not working? I had done everything that I should and it was supposed to work, yet here I was with nothing. Angry as hell, I threw the bowl against the wall and saw how the red blood stained the wall running down to the floor. I pull out my grimoire in front of me, again I start reading through it. I must have done something wrong. But no. everything was as it should have been. ‘The blood of a white wolf, the blood of a pure black snake……’

Fate squinted her eyes. The others hissed as the blood slowly started to solidify and eventually became blue. "The boy's blood is in it! What are you up to? "Fate shouted, alarmed by the gleam in her wild eyes. Luna ignored the other gods and resumed her chanting. Their blood merged with one another. Just before touching the boy's blood, Luna's blood began to have a tint of purple. Before uniting and dissipating into thin air, the blood drops briefly clashed. Luna blinked and cocked her head to the side.

They coalesced into ribbons, then into streams, rushing upward toward the Spire like a reverse waterfall. The Council Elders watched in horror as the blood of their soldiers mixed with the blood of the rogues. In death, there were no factions. Only fuel. The blood swirled around Morrigan, a cyclone of crimson fluid. She shaped it with her mind, sweating blood from her own pores. " Pons Sanguineus! " she shrieked. She thrust her hands toward the cracking vortex. The blood shot forward. It didn't form a ramp. It formed spheres—stepping stones of surface tension and dark magic—leading straight into the maw of the collapsing dimension.

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

My mind swam with the possibilities, but unless I was willing to sync to the public domain and use a search engine, I wasn't going to come up with any answers so long as the sun was still up. Figuring that I'd already cheated for the week, I opted to do another two lines of boost and hit the sack. The purple went down smooth and the rush was so intense that I white knuckled the blanket on my bed until the waves of electricity stopped rolling under my skin. Plugging back into my modem, I tried to leave any thoughts of the senator and his intruder behind. Paige, initiate dream sync. See you in a minute.