Homestuck Purple Bloods Novels & Stories

Blood unceasingly flushed out of his gaping mouth, making a tiny pool of crimson liquid on the marble floor. Méah's heartbeat slowly calmed down. Strangely, she felt relieved. She sensed something tingling on her chest. When she looked at it, she saw her wound closing on its own, leaving it scarless. Just then she remembered Princess Jiyanah. The purple thing has finally covered her whole body! She rushed to her in a blink. But before she could touch her, the princess's body had fallen on the floor. And then, the purple thing vanished on its own, probably because the one who casted it was already dead. Princess Jiyanah suddenly took a deep, long gasp of air as soon as she was freed. The firs

Zoe’s hand trembled as she held the pendant in front of her, the vial inside now fully visible. The cool glass was small, but it held something powerful - something ancient. Her heart raced as she carefully removed the vial from its delicate casing. The blood inside was a deep, dark crimson, swirling with a strange, almost hypnotic energy. Zoe could feel the pull of it, the lure, the hunger.

Her arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, her chest torn open, but what struck me most was her neck — pale, drained, with the same twin puncture marks. "They didn’t even bother to finish the fight," Chris said coldly. "They just drained them dry." Evelyn stepped forward, whispering a spell. A faint crimson mist rose from the bodies, swirling in the air like smoke. It pulsed once — then vanished. Her face darkened. "Blood magic." My stomach churned. Was it Violet's? I didn’t say her name, but it felt like she was around. Eric's gaze met mine. He didn’t have to say anything — we were both thinking the same thing.

Like all of the servants of the conduits, the prowler had a part of its body that had a purple hue. Once Twilight finished the outline of the prowler, he pulls out a purple pen. Its ink was running low. “Tsk.” Twilight quickly covers his mouth. He peeks out of his hiding place to see if the creature heard him. Seeing the creature still stationary, he heaves a sigh of relief. I’m almost out of purple huh? Tsk… why does this color have to be the premium? That thing likes purple way too much. Once he’s done mentally complaining, Twilight starts to add details to the prowler outline.

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.

Looking closely the body above the water level was incised into two from the inside only the other upper half feel deep into the water as dark purple fluid erupted from the other lower still-standing half, before the purple fluid touched the Caneloveft family that were seated at the special box, younger Jared used his potency, propelling it to the water below then the standing half fell down to the sandy ground flooding it with its purple fluid. After, the EXTERMINATOR rolled out of it with one arm grown a sharpened knuckleduster with three long claws while everything was covered in purple fluid then, the EXTERMINATOR walked to the side and kicked the detached great creature of the deep back

Fur rippled across his skin but didn’t fully consume him—he wasn’t just turning into a wolf. He was becoming something older. The air itself bent around them. The fire rose higher. The ground rumbled beneath their feet. Marcus and Darius stood nearby, watching in stunned silence. And then—Darius dropped to his knees. Marcus followed, bowing his head. “It’s happening,” he whispered. “The prophecy… The blood pact. They are the keys.” Ava let out one last gasp and fell to her knees beside Achi, breathing hard. Her hair flowed like it was underwater, her skin glowing faintly in the darkness. When she looked up, her irises were no longer red—but a deep, luminescent purple.

he said. It was a credit to his skills as a healer that I barely felt anything at all. The blood drawing was over very quickly, and Larry, holding the needle of my blood returned to the vial. He punctured the top of the vial with the needle. “If you contain any Lycan pack blood, it will react to the concentrate in the vial,” Larry said. “The red blood will immediately turn purple.” Slowly, he pushed down on the needle, forcing a drop of blood back out through it. The blood droplet gathered at the tip of the needle before dropping down.

The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

Raising my hand, I touch my nose, only to draw back to see them smothered in purple blood. "Oh damn...How did that happen?" I protest, turning away to wipe my nose incessantly. I'm bleeding profusely all of a sudden, revealing to this complete stranger that I don't bleed the same colour as everyone else. Either she's going to know I'm strange, or think I'm diseased. "It's okay, you don't need to hide," she insists. I flinch, whirling around as she rest her hand on my shoulder. "I bleed purple too."