Olive Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

Sophia said, her voice quiet as she stepped closer to the table, "there’s no patching over it. You heard Kovac. Your brain is going to force you through whatever they did to you. You might not come back the same." I looked from her worried face toward the curtained corner where Dante lay. His deep, slow breaths were the only steady sound in the entire safehouse. He was alive because my hands knew how to save him, because some buried piece of my past had taken over when I needed it most. The pressure behind my eyes surged again, a sharp, white-hot spike that made me clutch the edge of the table to keep my knees from buckling. A thin trickle of warmth slipped from my nose, hitting the back of

ZOEY "WELCOME HOME. You look so tired. You must be starving," I said to Olivia, who appeared in the kitchen next to the door. Her head and shoulders are bowed. She appears to have used up all of her energy today. "Sit down," I told her. She wouldn't budge, so I approached her and drew her to the nearest chair at the kitchen counter. "Eat first, then rest," I said, about to leave because I was going to prepare her food, but she drew me closer and hugged me from behind. I can feel her head resting on my back.

Amelia thought of Jonathan, of how he was stronger in human form than the average human. “Maybe the scratch wasn’t that bad,” Olivia says. “Can we please get some donuts now? I’m hungry.” Amelia smiles. “Yes, of course. Anything you say, since you clearly have some sort of Alpha blood.” Amelia’s tone was teasing. Olivia was her best friend, of course she didn’t have Alpha blood. “Nope. No Alpha blood. Just a craving for donuts,” Olivia laughed back. “Or maybe you’re from some really powerful ancient bloodline,” Amelia continued as they linked arms again.

Then, she yelled haughty outside, "Zorn! Lampon! What are you doing?! Why did you let this bastard in?! Get him out of here already!" "You can stop shouting now," Frank said quietly. "They won't hear you." "What's that supposed to mean?!" Olive exclaimed in disbelief, stiffening. "They're dead, and both of you are joining him soon." "What?!" Finally realizing the trouble she was in, Olive ran outside to find both Zorn and Lampon long dead, lying in pools of their own blood. "No!!!" Olive screamed as she ran down the hallway naked. Frank did not chase after her—the instant she started snapping at him, he had used Jaud White's Snowshade on her.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

Rosabella spoke almost immediately," It has to be because I didn't hear a thing and the wards didn't pick up on any foreign magic." And just like that Olive was convinced that her encounter had been a figment of her imagination. She was sent back to bed and even though something at the back of her mind kept whispering that it wasn't a dream, she ignored it and settled down to sleep once again hopefully, without any bad dreams. Later in the day, By the time she got the school, Olive had already left the last vestiges of her dream at the back of her mind. Ashton had asked her out on a date and she was excited about it since their last date had been cancelled due to her panic attack.

Olivia began, but Reuben’s gaze drifted, and she noticed a change in his demeanor. His eyes darkened, and Olivia wasn’t sure what he had seen, but it visibly dampened his mood. To her surprise, he reached for her hand, pulling it closer. Following his gaze, Olivia noticed a small bruise that was bleeding. When did that happen? She hadn’t felt any pain, but Reuben’s intense focus on her injury made her forget everything else. He leaned down and blew gently on the cut, and to her astonishment, it vanished as if it had never existed.

bearable. "Well, I liked to think of myself as an ascetic," she said. "An ascetic?" I looked up from my book with a raised eyebrow. "Like those Indian gurus who starve themselves to free their souls?" "Something like that," she just shrugged. "Maybe I should be an anorexic vampire then," I murmured to myself. Octavia muffled a laugh. "We're half-blood," she said, "We don't feed off humans." "Doesn't come naturally to me," I said. "Didn't you just say I'm quite different?"

She must be a college student judging by the tote bag beside her and the books sticking out of it. Poor girl. She must be a really good and hard-working kid if she works in a convenience store and is studying at the same time, he thought. He carried her in his arms making her let go of the tote bag she is gripping hardly. He heard her groan in protest but could not move because of too much blood loss. He is awed by her persistence to keep herself awake. For someone who has been sucked out of blood by five teenage vampires, she sure is tough enough to manage to still live.

My fingers flexed nervously at my sides. "André has moved the battle to the day of the first new moon. I have agreed to give my blood to help the men.” Alvida gave a deep bow. “A noble sacrifice, Olivia.” Her bowing made me uncomfortable. "But I need help. I can't just give the men blood. I assume they will be very reluctant.” "As they should,” she replied with a grin. "So is there a way? A way to administer the blood. Maybe, in their drinks or something?”