Homestuck Purple Bloods Novels & Stories

The process was complex and dangerous, requiring a deep understanding of the dark magic involved. But Harrion was nothing if not meticulous. He spent years perfecting the ritual, testing the amulet’s power, and refining the drug. Finally, after countless trials, he succeeded. The Bloodstone Amulet may not be whole, only a fragment, a small part of the whole, whose other pieces were scattered around the lands and seas, its surface glowed with a faint red light, its power pulsing. With the amulet around his neck, Harrion could feel the connection it created between him and the puppets that would soon fall under his control.

Silence enveloped us, as if the room held its breath, waiting for her response. "And that's not all," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "My blood, it's not red anymore. It's...white." I extended my hand, my palm trembling slightly, displaying the cut that marred my skin. Beads of pale white blood welled up from the wound, a stark contrast to the crimson that should have stained my flesh. The pack witch's expression grew solemn, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She reached out and gently took hold of my hand, examining the pale blood that pooled there.

I ordered. I scrambled up, grabbing a silk necktie Purity had left on her dresser, and tied it tightly around her upper forearm, fashioning a makeshift tourniquet to cut off the blood flow. But it yielded very little result. The dark red blood was pumping right through the thick fabric of the towel, soaking my hands and splashing all over the front of my crisp white shirt and black pants. She was losing way too much blood, and her wolf wasn't healing her fast enough because her spirit was too broken.

My claws tear into his flesh but he continues holding me, and I gulp mouthful after mouthful of his blood, as more of it drips down my claws, dyeing my hands a deep crimson. I feel like I can’t stop. Danika is thrashing in my mind, trying to force her way out, and it takes all of my strength to keep her simmering just below the surface. I rip myself away from Samael, a trail of his blood dripping from my mouth. “I need human blood,” I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut as Danika throws herself at the barricade in my head. Samael looks down at me and I know my eyes must be two swirling pools of crimson.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

He looked at the map in Laura’s hand. "You’ve led the hunger straight to our door!" ​"We didn't know!" Laura cried out, raising her hands. To her shock, the violet filaments of the map didn't just glow—they lashed out like whip-cracks of lightning. The violet energy hit the lead Stalker, and instead of being absorbed, the beast shrieked—a sound like glass shattering—as its black surface sizzled and burned away, leaving a jagged hole of nothingness in its body.

“And I would know, since I’m Immortal, and I know every creature that walks upon these lands, since my powers control their inhibitions.” I can feel Noah’s gaze on me as Cian talks, seeing if I’m receiving what my mate is feeding into my ear, but I can’t look at him. How can I doubt this, after what Stace has done to me, having killed me, now this? Noah and I share the same blood colour…there has to be some explanation. “Cian, my blood is purple. I’m not normal,” I remind him. My mate’s posture deflates, but his defiance is still evident in the way his jaw clenches and his eyes remain stern. If it weren’t for the crackling fire behind us, the silence in this room would be deafening.

A shiver creeps through my body, knowing that Jessblue's blood is like no other. I could feed on any Bampire, but it would not have the same effect as Jessblue’s virgin blood. She was born with a rare genetic blood type called SD7. The purity of the blood that runs in her veins is different than the average female Bampires on Bluestoria. It makes me and Cameron feel like drug addicts every time we feed on her. I turn my head to the right and look up to see an unconscious Jessblue, smiling and admiring the work I just performed on her.

Now she is feel so much ready than before. Adrian entered his castle with two boxes filled with ice cubes as well as a stash of blood that he had just finished taking from the city's blood bank. Of course, by hypnotizing the officer and allowing himself to freely enter the blood bank to take the blood that he needs. Adrian put his blood stash into the room, and realized that Alexis wasn't in the castle. "Alexis?" Adrian muttered and called Alexis on there immediately. Then after that, Adrian stepped both feet in a fast motion out of the room, and also the castle was there.

" King Shura said coldly, suddenly remembering at this time that Alex had once devoured a Blood Shura. He knew that all the Blood Shuras in the Shura Realm were artificially created at a great cost. Each required the consumption of at least ten thousand Shura clansmen. No one dared to devour this kind of finished product at will, which was made out of blood sacrifices, even if it was King Shura. That would cause him to explode and die. "Could there be some kind of treasure inside the Purple Mansion?" "What could it be?" King Shura suddenly squatted down and pressed his palm on Alex's seal. Since Alex was not dead, his soul should still be there. One needed to forcefully open his purple mansi