Olive Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

Instead, I lifted my right arm. Blood soaked the torn sleeve. It dripped down to the porch in steady, crimson drops. Her expression shifted instantly from confusion to horror. “Oh my God,” she breathed. This time, I forced my lips to move. “I’m not… healing.” The ground swayed beneath me. Olivia lunged forward just as my knees buckled but it was too late. The last thing I saw before darkness swallowed me was her horrified face as she caught my falling weight and the copper scent of my own blood thick in the air.

I whisper. "What was it? What did she see?" he asks, pacing back and forth. I take in a breath. "She saw Olivia holding an old photo of you and lighting candles around it...and then she started to pray or maybe chant." He shakes his head, confused. "There's more." I whisper and he stops, his eyes meeting mine. "She cut herself and let the blood drop into a bowl." He freezes, his mouth opens slightly. "Blood magic," he whispers, rubbing a hand over his dark stubble.

Thea touched her belly and said, "Lady Brown, don't change the subject. Tell me the truth about the blood sacrifice." "There’s no blood sacrifice. I have told you everything truthfully. Olivia gave birth to a child, possibly in a state of mental disorder, and she ended up cutting herself," Lady Brown exclaimed excitedly.

I grabbed the cork and held it up. Taking a deep breath, Olivia brought her hand down toward the top of the bottle and the ooze was sucked into the glass bottle. As soon as the last drop left her hand, I slammed the cork into the bottle and shoved it down. It seemed to seal itself and the bottle soon filled with a grey smoke. I looked up at Olivia, who was looking at her hand, it now looked like her whole hand was covered in bruises. She turned it, palm up, and opened it. In her hand, a beautiful glass flower was glowing ever so slightly. A smile played on her lips. “Is that…”

He reaches quickly into his slacks pocket, pulls out a clean white napkin, and presses it forcefully against my nose. It’s only then I finally feel the warmth and the drip. Blood. I touch my nose, dazed and confused, and my fingers come away sticky and bright red. He lets out a sigh. “You’re pushing yourself far too hard again, Olivia. The visions, the stress…you burst a blood vessel.” I want to tell him that it wasn’t simple exhaustion and that I really saw a vision, a woman standing in the office, but the words won’t come out, no matter how hard I try.

“I think I have enough ways of dulling my senses, you should know that by now. “ Callum took the whisky. Oliver suddenly felt alienated. Because Callum was shutting him off the way he always did when the conversation was concerning something about him, or about the way he felt. Oliver knew he was dismissed, once Callum began responding with one or two words only. The Lord looked tired, although it was understandable. His hair was still disheveled and scattered all over, but he looked better. Oliver nodded again and wished his master good night. **** He went to the washroom and dipped his hands in the basin. The dried blood began dissolving in the crystal clear cold water, turning it... Red.

Olivera is standing opposite of this rogue, his glare pointed and critical of his every poke and prod around my burning surface. “She’s got a perfect platelet,” the stranger says, holding up a small vial with my blood shifting in the bottom of the glass tube. He holds it to the light, as though showing Olivera, the Alpha’s fists tightening as his knuckles rest on the table. “This isn’t a lab rat, healer, I need you to fix her—NOT STUDY HER!”

He was better than me by compelling people to obey his desires. We went to the study room, and I took off my shirt. Huxley cleaned the wound. I was entirely senseless and numb. It seemed her pain had a hidden impact on me. I could not have imagined the day I cared about someone this much. “Her name is Olive. She is the younger daughter of the Levine family.” I told Hux. His face was readable; he had questions to ask but dared not to. “A substitute?” I nodded and hissed when he applied the cleansing solution.

Olivia looked at Soloman and said, "It's too painful; I can't stand it. I want to use my blood to break it." She then turned to Oliver, "Oliver, you should try it too. How can you endure this pain for ten days to half a month? And Mr. Soloman is Mr. Gabe's senior. Mr. Gabe is the mystic employed by Harper Entertainment, not some fraud." Oliver looked up to see Joey subtly shaking his head at him. He then said, "You go first. I'll think about it." Olivia resolutely took the fruit knife from the table, cut a small incision on her finger, and squeezed a few drops of blood onto the center of the compass.

He can't physically intimidate Kastriv, so mentally, he is shifting through options, through lies to blatantly spew in hopes he can scramble back control. "I can prove to you she is not a Demon," Oliver says suddenly. Kastriv appears more doubtful than me. "How so?" Oliver grabs my arm in a tight grip, holding it out. "Demon's bleed black, but Aspen bleeds red, like a true Territory One member." I frown, not understanding what he's saying, until he reaches into his pocket and reveals a small pocket knife, which he doesn't hesitate in slicing down my arm. "Ah!" I yelp, pushing away from him as pain lances through me, the stinging sensation followed by a powerful burn, bright scarlet blood imm