Olive Blood Homestuck Novelas e Histórias

Olivia frowned. She wondered what Ethan was up to again, running over to her and saying nonsensical stuff. Stretching out her right hand, she wanted to push his suffocating body away. But when her fingers touched his body, she felt something wet. It was blood. She was very sensitive to such smells now. Turning on the lights, Olivia saw the blood seeping into his white shirt. He didn't leave the villa. Olivia didn't understand how he would turn out like this.

She had never seen his eyes so sad, which made her heart ache. She had thought that he wouldn’t blink even when the sky fell, but it turned out that he could also be so desperate. There were tears in Olivia’s eyes. She didn’t want to cry, but her tears, mixed with blood, still ran to her chin. It felt so sticky and smelled of blood. There was a nasty smell of rust in her mouth. “Dar… Mr. Collymore…” Olivia slowly raised her bloodstained hand, trying to touch his hand that was also bloodstained. As soon as her hand touched his, he held it with force.

{ Daniel } I get back into my head as soon as my knot starts to lower, with my teeth still buried in Olivia’s delicate neck. Oh, dear god. Is this heaven? I know I should do the polite thing and get off as soon as possible because Olivia must be in immense pain all over her body, but I can't stop myself. Drinking my Omega's blood is a pleasure I never thought I could experience and I'm not going to rush the process. I don't want to pull my teeth away and let the wound heal.

“I know you hate Oliver but... Lamia making the blood pack with him…” “She did what?” I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly. I know I did, because wolf hearing is exceptional, I just didn’t want to hear it. “Shit.” He grumbles, dropping his hand from me and using it to rub his beard. “I thought you would have already known.” “Already known what?” I stand a little straighter, puffing out my chest ready to be on the defense. “That Oliver pledged to Lamia and made a blood pact.” he sheepishly says, knowing he has already opened the floodgates of my emotions.

Richard stared at the piercing stare and noticed Oliver’s regular blue eyes were now a rich pool of amber. Actually, after his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the toolshed, Richard noticed that Oliver’s eyes weren’t the only things that were different. His nails were much longer and claw-like, even if the boy couldn’t turn them into paws like his brothers. That alone was proof of his pure bloodline despite his weaker abilities to shift.

He stroked gently, protective, like he was reassuring both me and our unborn twins that we were safe. When he finally looked at me, his eyes told a story I couldn’t ignore. Fear glimmered in them. He had never looked scared before. But now, he looked like he had almost lost everything. He swallowed hard. “There was a ritual,” he started, “Olivia used your blood to open it. She poured it into the cauldron. That’s when the Blood Moon started.” My heart dropped. Memories of cold air, red light, and pain flashed through me, blurry and jagged like broken glass.

The blade kissed Olivia’s arm, and crimson bloomed—slow and thick. But it wasn’t ordinary blood. It shimmered faintly. Amber and red. Like fire and molten gold. Power. It hummed with it. Sorrell quickly bottled the sample, sealing it with a rune. “This will be enough.” “She’s burning from the inside,” Ysma murmured, checking Olivia’s pulse. “But something is keeping her from fully waking. The wolf… it’s been subdued. Drugged.” I narrowed my eyes. “Dorian.”

Once they stopped, they brought a bucket, and Oliver the devil very casually cut his wrist, from which blood flowed out in black color. He looked completely unbothered by the cut and the blood flowing out from him like a river. I realized that he isn't Oliver but the devil, how would that small cut make him feel any pain at all? One man brought the bucket full of his blood near me as he dipped his three fingers inside and then made three lines on my forehead with his blood, his blood smell awful. I retched from it and then tried to struggle so that he wouldn't get close to me.

Olive's POV Ninety-nine percent of the time, I was half myself. Turning towards Orvyn, I hunched down beside him, paying deafness to the gushes of the Ulfrics, and the regretful cries from their stubborn Alpha. Serves him right. I palmed his chest, and immediately, I was transported to a different dimension. The sky was gloomy and bloody red. Everything was at a standstill, including the sea on which I stood. It's a wonder I stood afloat.

“Very well. I’ll start.” Old Ophis took a deep breath. He took out a bottle from his chest, which contained fresh crimson blood inside. From the bottle’s appearance, it was unclear how long it had been stored, but the color of the blood was exceptionally vivid. “This is some blood left by Master. It’s a necessary primer for breaking the seal,” Old Ophis explained briefly, then sprinkled the blood in the direction where all the corpses were pointing. When the blood fell to the ground, it did not touch any dust but swiftly merged into it.