Homestuck Purple Bloods Novels & Stories

Then he bit my ear as if to punish me for hurting myself. But his punishment did not deter me, and I continued until the syringe was full of my blood. My blood color had changed to a mix of red and blue, which surprised me. It was a purple-red color, and it was undeniably the result of my two transformations. My blood would turn the same dark blue as Dicken's if the mutation continued.

They burst into bright purple light, illuminating the Dead Star in purple. The purple light was everywhere, converging in one direction from all directions and condensing into a ball of light in the air. This ball of light was getting bigger and bigger, and gradually, it became like a small mountain. "What's that?" Someone discovered that countless resplendent True Blood had also arrived from all directions. Pieces of flesh and streaks of blood flew into the enormous purple light cluster. Crack! Crack! In the hill-sized purple light mass, there were crisp sounds of bones breaking as if some fierce beast was chewing the bones or the bones were being broken. Anyway, the sounds made people unco

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

My arm got pulled away, and I didn’t like it. “No!” “You are going to have to hold her still.” Steele sounded annoyed. Strong hands held me down as a sharp poke went into my elbow. “Is that….” “Why is it purple?” Maddox sounded frustrated. “What did they give her?” “Take Maddox’s blood.” They finally let go of my arm. “Maddox, they are hurting me.” “It’s okay, baby. I have you. Trust me.” “Yeah, it’s purple too.” “Damn. What does this mean?” Steele asked, but I don’t think he was asking anyone since no one answered him.

I whispered. "I don't think so. I think we fixed it." The wolf lifted its head. Looked at us. Then got up really slow and ran away into the trees. "We did it!" Devon hugged me. "We purified it!" "My chest really hurts." I felt dizzy. "And my nose is bleeding again." "Mine too." Devon wiped under his nose. His hand came away red. "Using the power makes us bleed." "I don't like bleeding." "Me neither." Purple was nudging my leg. Whining. Looking behind us.

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

I touched her forehead and neck but it felt as cold as a marble tile. Suzy started pounding concussions and mixing all sort of herbs together. I removed the necklace from my neck and gave her the prized antidote. I watched her pour five drops of the magic potion into the mortar before picking up a knife to slice her hand. "Everyone come over here, we need some Marshall blood in here," Suzy said as some drop her blood fell into the herbs. I picked up the knife, slashed my wrists, and released some drops of my blood. My wrist started healing up and in some seconds, it was as good as new.

Chapter 6: Shadows in the Rearview I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding like I’d just run from a hit gone wrong. The dream lingered, vivid and unwelcome—Ethan’s face, those warm hazel eyes looking up at me, his lips brushing mine in some dimly lit room that smelled like fresh paint and rain. His hands on my skin, soft and unscarred, pulling me closer while I whispered things I’d never say aloud. It was bullshit, all of it. A fantasy my mind cooked up to torture me, because in reality, touching him would be like dragging an angel into hell.

One day, Dad called me, his voice low and solemn as he said, "Daphne, Lucille's father and brother were beaten to death overseas by their former subordinates." They had tried to force Lucille's father and brother to hand over money, but they simply didn't have enough to give. In the end, the mob went wild and beat them to death. Hearing this, I thought it was truly brutal. But thinking about it, I felt like it all made sense. They had killed Chase, and now, they were killed by their own men. Perhaps this was karma.

Quickly I wipe the faint traces of blood onto my jumper sleeve. ******************** I wait until I hear Diana get into the shower. Then lie on the bed and reach out to my dad... "Dad" "Bonnie? Are you ok?" "Hi dad.... I'm fine" I sigh "What's happened?.....is it Diana?" "Yeah....about that" I say slowly "We may have a little problemo" My dad's silent for a few seconds..... "Was there another incident?" "Yes!.... Its getting worse. Dad, she part shifted while she was sleep walking and she's strong dad....like unbelievably strong....she fucking roared at me!......I don't think the wolfsbane is working at all anymore. We can't put this off any longer"