Homestuck Purple Bloods Novels & Stories

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

So since that she had no other roommate and I gave him that opportunity to get information. There were things there in her apartment and I touched that. And during the course of my reading of the past and searching for information there was blood flow in my nose. I almost collapsed because of that. But I'm glad it didn't happen. I went home immediately after that to rest. And I attend the class after the lunch. I'm also excuse that time in the morning with the help of Devon. "Is that all?" he asked while also written what I've said. "And this is the number of the veterinarian who wants to buy the potion." At once I handed him the folded paper.

"She doesn't have any family. Idiots. I don't want to see my brother spending his life with that low-born. Find—" "Your Highness!" A female mage rushed in, her eyes wide with bewilderment and surprise. "What's wrong? Another failure?" "N-No!" she whispered. "It's... The blood isn't just accepting that sample... It's creating a pure purple color. As though they—" "Sibling?" Lumina's expression shifted immediately. "Yes. Her DNA matches the sample." Lumina's irritated expression cracked, revealing genuine surprise. She could handle failed tests, but a pure purple result and a DNA match? That was unthinkable.

"I need to feed to boost my magic. Give me your blood." Jay growls, but a chair shoves backward, scraping on the floor. "Fine, for Bethany. Only for her." I listen to the sounds of them leaving the room, presumably to get to it. I find the fact that the proud Salazar is donating blood in such a fucked-up way kind of…scavengery sweet. But that thought disperses as the familiar sensation of my body packing up tugs at whatever is remaining of my soul. My body goes cold as I slip away, now oblivious of everything happening in the mortal world.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

“Yes, mater. I will serve ye until my last breath.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled my thoughts away from Jones’ past. I only knew this because I’d gone through the history books kept in the cellar, stumbling upon a journal from the time of Grace Bloodsworth. Her tone had sounded regretful as I brushed my hand over the dark red-ink, my eyes eating up the sorrowful words. I knew without a doubt that she had use her own blood to write it.

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

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."

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.