Indigo Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

He holds out his hand. I remove the blood-soaked fabric from around my neck and let out a soft groan. It’s impossible, and if Jasper didn’t have exactly the same reaction, I would never have believed it. The entire stole is covered in blood, except the moon effigy that’s glowing bright silver-blue, repelling all the blood. I glance at my Beta. “Well, I guess it’s not superstition after all.” “That would appear to be the case, yeah,” he says, his eyes wide with astonishment.

By his side is Joar. In the back of her mind, Indra sees Joar running and meeting her in the yellow swaying wheat fields in Asgard merely seven-year-old. She sees his mischievous smile spread across his innocent face, the blonde unruly hair that covers his eyes in the wind and hears his happy laughter. This is not the Joar who's standing in front of her now. With clenched jaws, furrowed brows and intense eyes that are black from hatred, boring into her. Lucifer casts his gaze over his shoulder and Indra follows his eyes. Behind him, she sees streaks of crimson red light shimmering in the dark. The light slowly forms a cage – in the cage are her mother and stepfather bound, gagged, tortured a

Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an extinct tribe called the people of Cuna with a special mutation in their blood. On getting to the back I saw several ziploc bags filled with blood, I knew that I cannot carry it that way so stretching out my cap and then pulled out 40 gallons from it and and then using the spells I learnt fro

Had I not marked her, she’d have been safe and sound today. The pool of her red blood is deeper than the sea of guilt inside me. It’s the deepest shade I’ve ever seen. It’s darker than my past. It reminds me of all the lives I took. My hands are stained with the blood of my own people but I don’t want my mate’s blood to be among them. In the next moment, the door to my room blows open before Cylindrus and his team of healers rush inside. They start to work on her while she lays in my arms, unconscious.

The revelation in the Silver Archive felt like the final piece of a shattered mirror locking into place. Elena paced the length of the chamber, the cold blue light reflecting off her eyes, turning them into pools of frozen mercury. The physical symptoms she had dismissed as trauma—the lethargy, the feeling of being "hollow"—were, in reality, the effects of a sustained spiritual drain orchestrated by the Bloodstone elders to suppress her heritage.

"We share the same blood. The same father. The same name." Dante didn't move. "What do you want?" "What I've always wanted." Enzo smiled. "My place. My heritage. My family." The boy's hand squeezed Elena's. She felt fear. And her own fear, too. Enzo invited them inside. Inside, the table was set for four. And on it, a vase of black roses. "Welcome home," he said. And the door closed behind them.

Marcus asked, his amber eyes widening with horror as I stepped back toward the shimmering purple veil. "I’m going home to my wife," I growled. I didn’t punch the barrier this time. I expanded my jaw, letting my massive lethal fangs drop down. I lunged forward and sank my teeth directly into the concentrated purple energy of the Blood-Lock. The agony hit immediately. Instant and apocalyptic.

—the house I had built to be my sanctuary—seemed to groan under the pressure of a legacy that refused to stay buried. Julian stood over us, the half-brother I had just met, the man who carried my blood and my curse. He looked at the chaos, then at Toby, and then at me. “The vault can wait,” Julian said, his voice surprisingly calm, surprisingly steady. “We need to get her to the hospital. Now.”

More than that, the werewolf genes inside of me started to stir, to fight against the external force. I would never shift, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t steal a couple of abilities from my closest-related species. My body took over, throwing Omari off of me and sending him hurling into the wall. The sound echoed throughout the entire house as he groaned and landed on the floor on all-fours. I hurried for the stairs away from him, but once again, only got down about a step before he was grabbing me.