Jade Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

Jade Gold closed the door after her, trying not to be daunted by the pounding in her chest. This man she claimed to detest so much turned out to have that impact on her. But why him? Sitting cross-legged on her wooden bed, she calmed herself and attempted to sift through the confusing emotions in her mind. She was Jade Gold, future Imperial Advisor and currently the only female Imperial Guard. She couldn’t allow her emotions to take over her like that! He was that boorish mercenary Roc Chadwick! Even when Jade encountered colleagues of the opposite sex daily, to the extent that she went through some accidental touching, she hadn’t reacted like that!

All the stripes and solids were flying towards the boys, hitting them to the ground. Jade stood up and looked around but was unable to find anyone around. The balls couldn't come flying, there's someone helping her. But before she could look further, the boys were getting on their feet. Accepting the random help, she began to run to the exit. While running, she glanced back once and bumped into a person. Rubbing her forehead, she looked at the person. All she saw first was a hard chest wrapped in a suit.

Her red wild hair had softened, with strands covering her face due to sweat. "You can't help me. If the moon appears, I won't recognize you. I won't even recognize my mate when it happens, which is why I run away. Leave now!" Her voice was a firm command but I remained unmoved. I couldn't make sense of what she was telling me but she just continued talking. "It makes me thirst for blood and if I taste blood, my vampire instinct will be stronger. Please go," she pleaded with me this time. I felt terrible for her. I recalled her telling me that she was a hybrid - half-vampire, half-werewolf. However, I never thought that it could have a deadening effect on her. I didn't know whether Jade knew

Jade raised his eyes to hers and noticed her eyes were closed. "No! S.. sapphire!" He tried to wake her up but a bullet whirred fast and hit him on the shoulder. "No, Fire! You can't do this to me!" His glassy eyes caught the sight, as it begin to pool in the chest cavity. He fell down back as Ace's gang rushed towards him. Jade brought out the gun and shot at them but then, he realized that the gun was empty. There weren't any bullets left in it. He threw the empty gun at them and carried Sapphire's body. His eyes went bloodshot as they fired after him but he ran to where his car was parked outside, just by the side of the road.

I killed him. She stared down at her fist in alarm, the color bright red staring back. Jade jumped up, washing her hands in the sink. So much blood. She scrubbed more. Jade wiped her hands on the damp towel and began to pace the bathroom floor, trying to think of a way to escape. His phone! Did he even have a phone? Her fingers barely fit between the gap under the door. She only felt his hot, wet, sticky blood and yanked her hand back in revulsion. She braced herself on the floor, crying out in frustration as she kicked at the door. It did nothing but tire her out.

Jared started and Alpha Black nodded for him to continue Soon Jared informed them about what Alpha Darius has done, he also explained how he escaped the council saying someone in his pack murdered my parents and that he wasn't aware. He then explained to them about the bloodline of our coven, Alpha Black seems to be aware of it and he instantly connected the dots as he identified that I was an elemental witch. I was quite surprised and by looking at Jared, I can say he was too. "How do you know that?" he asked his father shocked

"How are you?" "Terrible!" Jade exclaimed, holding her head in her hands and rolling on the bed. "I do not have a phone and it's so frustrating." "You haven't spoken to Bellamy, right?" Aunt Amber's attention was undivided and was given only to my baby sister. "Bellamy?" Jade sat up then laughed the kind that you'd know the person was probably hurting from inside. "We're no longer together. He used me as a bet and that's it. I'm with Tristan now."

His golden eyes moved slowly over her, reading her stance, the way she held herself, the precision in every small movement. She had changed. Five years of running, hiding, and surviving had turned her into someone he could neither control nor dismiss. “Do you really think hiding him keeps him safe?” he said softly, his voice carrying a quiet, dangerous edge. “Blood calls. He is mine. He has always been mine.”Giovanni’s eyes went hard. “Blood doesn’t mean ownership. Protection does. And I will protect him no matter what it takes.” Xavier stepped closer, his smirk growing. “And there it is that stubborn brilliance. How long can you keep this up? Five years of hiding, surviving… and you still b

My entire existence had been bought and paid for with the blood of the people who were supposed to love me, and saved by the man I had spent years wishing death upon. "But the ablation was a temporary patch, Elara," Kovac said, his voice dropping into something even more urgent. "The human brain fights back. The old pathways, the damaged ones, they are starting to bleed through. That is why you have been having those blinding headaches. That is why you have been seeing flashes of things you shouldn't know. The chemical lock is breaking." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glass vial filled with a clear, amber liquid, setting it gently on the metal table next to the medical ki

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.