Indigo Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

Her cries stop with a sharp gurgling sound and my stupid teenage self turns to see the real Silvermoon pack alpha as he holds her throat in his hands and she falls to the ground trying to gasp for air, her eyes wide in shock and fear, blood bubbling from her neck as her body tries to pump life back into her. “Ivy!” Enzo hisses in my ears and I shake my head, my hands flying to keep the sounds from sinking in. A small sob wracks me and the wetness on my cheeks brings me back to reality as I swipe vigorously, trying to get the blood off of me. My daddy’s blood. But when I look down at my hands, my movements still and I see that there is nothing but clear liquid there. I blink at my hands, conf

she grins. Invidia rises from her chair, pulls a small vile out of her back pocket and holds it up to the candlelight. Inside the vile is a silver liquid, a liquid I presume to be God’s blood, but it looks different…it’s not the vibrant silver I’ve seen the few times I’ve witnessed a God bleed. It’s darker, almost a gunmetal colour. It’s as if the mingling with human DNA, the process of abstracting it or maybe the thousands of years of being separated from the source has diluted its potency or warped it in some way.

"You have spent ten thousand years consuming yourselves because you lacked the earth to ground your heat. My blood is not a tribute to your power; it is a medicine for your burnout." Cinder stepped forward, her obsidian tipped spear lowered but her amber eyes filled with a desperate and predatory hunger. She held out a small, sun-fired clay bowl. Maya pulled a small silver-edged blade from her belt and made a tiny, precise incision on the palm of her hand. As the single drop of Silver Crest blood hit the bottom of the bowl, the reaction was not violent. It did not explode into flame.

Blood trickled down my neck as the chosen elder said, "We are almost done." Xaden raised his head askance. "Nothing harmful." He said. "What is next?" I whispered, putting my index finger over Xaden's lips as he tried to stop me. "We need your blood inside the cauldron to lock the spirit of the claws, totally." I prodded Xaden to carry me close to the cauldron. The elders opened the lid. Xaden tilted my neck towards the large pot. And with a thud, my blood dropped. For the second time that night, my body jerked violently as the cauldron forcefully pulled me in.

Something was wrong. “Zion, look. Indigo is ripping someone apart,” I cried, and that snapped him awake. He was off the bed, and he slapped the light on. I stumbled and cried out when I saw the old woman with her stomach open and her parts all over the floor. Bile grew in my throat, and my eyes became blurry. “Oh goddess. Indigo,” Zion yelled, and she turned back. Her hazel eyes had turned red, and she growled menacingly at Zion, and I thought she was going to attack him, too.

Still, after moving a few feet front, she looked back to make sure he was okay. David laughed, dusting the remnant of the strange deep carmine pink dust that began falling off my tail after I officially became alpha of Bloodlust. The dust had a bit of medium red violet in it. I didn't quite get it but again, nothing quite makes sense with Zinnia and me so we always chalk it up to the noumenon of a female blood wolf. "Go, I'm fine," she didn't need a second confirmation, she turned and sprinted.

But tonight, for the first time, those spires felt less like chains and more like gateways. Unbeknownst to him, on the opposite edge of town another figure stirred—an envoy of feline grace, heart steeled by clan duty yet brimming with unspoken curiosity. She, too, carried the weight of her people’s history and the scars of countless skirmishes. The rain slicked her obsidian fur cloak as she slipped through shadowed alleyways, guided by the same encrypted summons. In the hidden distances between their worlds, the wheels of change had begun to turn. And as the first tremors of a new era whispered through the rain-drenched streets, the collision of ancient pride and fierce resilience set the st

I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name. “I am not a guest in this pack,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, yet it silenced the voices in my head. I stood up. The pressure didn’t vanish, but it shifted. I wasn’t resisting it anymore; I was absorbing it. The Lien de Sang began to glow—not with Girard’s golden light, but with a brilliant, shimmering violet. My father’s serum, the Moretti labs, the ancient Roux blood—it had all combined in me to create something the elders hadn’t counted on.

she suggested which made Vladimir pull her again and looked deeply into each other’s orbs. ‘Hmm…we have to break their bones…but only those who were willing to change for the better can deal with that.’ “Never heard such thing before.” Then Vladimir switched places with Ashlyn so she could kick the fallen rogue behind him. ‘Immortal Bloods does that and it helps me.’ “Ohh, right, how can I forget that part? Stupid me.” Ashlyn almost mentally slapped herself for forgetting that part and just knocked out another fallen rogue before her. ‘Stupid but beautiful.’