Olive Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

“Still not impressed.” Talia stepped closer. “Keep reading.” Olivia did. “The child inside you is the vessel. The final container for all Bloodbound souls. Mine included. Yours included. A singular being. One mind, many memories. A future no one can control, not even you.” Someone gasped. Olivia didn’t. Her expression stayed flat, analytical, calculating, until she reached the signature. A single initial. “O.” Her own handwriting. Her own flourish. Her own pressure on the ink.

Even if she doesn’t die in the hands of the Alpha himself, Lucas would shred her to pieces. She nodded reluctantly, her hands shaking as she received the substance from him. *** The following morning, Oliver stepped into the steaming bath, his body aching from the previous day’s tests. As the water enveloped him, a strange sensation prickled across his skin. He frowned, dismissing it as fatigue. But within minutes, the discomfort intensified, a burning sensation spreading through his veins. He clenched the edges of the tub, his breaths shallow and labored as he struggled to get out of the bath.

However, If I told her that the guy has a strange appearance, she will definitely say that it's a vampire and make a fuss about it. Come to think of it again, I didn't even had a chance to know his freaking name. Whatever. It'll be just useless when I know his name but not his outward form since he hid it by wearing black cap and jacket. I feel strange and uncomfortable somehow because of that shitty. “Here.” She said and handed me one glass of water. I wouldn't have even noticed her if she hadn't spoken yet. After I drank it, she took it from me and put it aside.

She let out a sharp howl of pure agony as a silver bullet tore straight through her hind leg, shattering the bone. Blood gushed from the wound, blending with the red of her fur. The full moon was shining unbelievably bright in the night sky, casting a brilliant silver glow over the forest. Olivia’s vision began to swim. She was bleeding out rapidly, her body growing incredibly weak. She felt herself slipping, on the verge of passing out cold in the dirt. Please, Olivia! You have to hang on! Do not close your eyes! Yara pleaded frantically in her mind, forcing a surge of adrenaline through their shared veins. Follow my lead! I can smell him! I have Vulcan’s scent!

She explained shrugging to then extend the glass with the soda to Olivia. After that, something strange happened, Livie asked me to dance, so I took it as a free way to escape from that nest of snakes, and, when we were like thirty minutes dancing and creating our world apart in that shitty party full of gangsters and bandits, I felt a liquid touch my arm and I heard Olivia's gasp, and then I felt a fetid smell coming from her. “Are you okay?” A bald guy asked. The one who had thrown his drink on her, she nodded and without apologizing, the very idiot continued on his way as if nothing had happened. I was going to say a few things to him when Hillary and Cindy showed up.

Fur rippled across his skin but didn’t fully consume him—he wasn’t just turning into a wolf. He was becoming something older. The air itself bent around them. The fire rose higher. The ground rumbled beneath their feet. Marcus and Darius stood nearby, watching in stunned silence. And then—Darius dropped to his knees. Marcus followed, bowing his head. “It’s happening,” he whispered. “The prophecy… The blood pact. They are the keys.” Ava let out one last gasp and fell to her knees beside Achi, breathing hard. Her hair flowed like it was underwater, her skin glowing faintly in the darkness. When she looked up, her irises were no longer red—but a deep, luminescent purple.

My eyelashes hit my cheek, and I attempt not to consider anything. Amazing, this is hard. Quiet rules as I feel the dainty pieces of turf, as jumpy as a hare. "You smell at this," Oliver chuckles, standing up, "I could feel you wriggling around like a worm." Yet again I keep on resting, attempting to concentrate without the alluring Asian close by. All I can see is dark. What occurs after this? What do I do? I start to recall Oliver's story, and out of nowhere my brain glimmers to the Shifter in the chateau. The little fellow with eyes of fire. Satan underneath the skin.

Olive gathered deadwood while I sank onto a fallen log, every muscle screaming in protest. Within minutes, she had a small fire crackling. The warmth was almost painful against my chilled skin. “Here.” She pressed a water skin into my hands. “Drink. All of it.” I drank mechanically, not tasting anything. Olive pulled out dried meat and bread from her pack. “Eat.” “I’m not hungry.” “I don’t care. Eat anyway.” She shoved the food at me. “You’re no good to Riven if you collapse from exhaustion or hunger.” The mention of his name made my chest ache again. I forced myself to chew, to swallow, even though everything tasted like ash.

I've drained thousands of them but none ever made me crave them. And when you think about it, I haven't even tasted Rhett's blood before. My monster wants to savour it, bask in its scent, and whiff in his glorifying peach fragrance. "Ugh, it's been ten minutes now. Not even an ally of mine would take that time away from me. Leave. Now." Olivia Is standing in front of me and I am seated on the wooden desk of my study. I break the crossing of my legs when I come to conscious of it and sit up. Manly...

I ask. "Asleep in the back room." Oliver had been standing quietly in the doorway this whole time. He crosses to the hallway that leads to the back of the house and stops at a door, his gold light already spreading from his palms in the slow searching way he uses when he's assessing rather than healing. He goes very still. "She's like Haven," he says. "What do you mean?" He touches his chest, just below his sternum. "Her light. It's in there. A lot of it."