Olive Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

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.

Olive forwarded the manuscript to the dubbing host and said, "d******d the host's dubbing yourself later, and call me if you have any questions. I have to get back to writing the outline." "Okay." Andrew began his show, "Loneliness is the only way for the strong!” "…" Olive didn't work overtime today, so she went home after writing the outline. Opening the door, Olive habitually reached out to touch the switch and suddenly found that the light was on. She paused and glanced subconsciously at the position of the sofa. The living room was still empty. There were several more shoeboxes on the porch, which were now built into several floors high and neat.

It seemed to be reaching out toward Cassian, like a dog straining at a leash. "The Velvet Oath is not a contract written in ink," Cassian said, stepping closer. The air around him felt electric, charged with a power she couldn't name. "It is a blood-bond with the void. It kept this world stable for centuries, fed by the lineage of the Vale and the Dray. When your mother fled, the balance broke. The shadows grew restless. They began to hunt on their own." He held out a hand. "You feel it, don't you? The ache in your chest? The feeling that you’ve been fasting for a lifetime?"

Lev said. “I want to know that bastard suffered,” she said, her voice full of conviction. “Your brother cut his balls open and left him in a container bound for Serbia with a few hungry rats,” Lev said and smiled. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring his liver back for Volkov.” Volkov started wagging his tail again and Hunter huffed out a laugh as Lev gave her a grin. “He knows that word and now he’s going to want meat.”

“If this gets me killed, I’m haunting you.” “Wouldn’t be the first ghost I’ve met.” “Then I’ll make sure I’m the loudest.” She pressed her hand to the runes. For a heartbeat, nothing happened — then her mark burned to life. The seal flared white, the ancient stone groaning as it split open. The air rushed inward, carrying a scent that made her skin crawl. Blood. Old, dried, and layered with incense and ash. Zevran’s jaw tensed. “They’ve been using this place again.”

She pauses looking at Hunter. Hunter slashes his palm with a claw and Bonnie follows suit. They clasp their bloodied hands together across the table. Blood runs down to their elbows and drips off. "I Hunter Isaiah Richardson, future Alpha of Moonstone pack swear to the moon, that I will never prevent Diana from leaving my pack" Hunter says. "I accept your oath" Bonnie says as she nods her head. "That's it" I say "No more arguments because you did some stupid handshake?" "Shhhhhhhhh" Orion says putting one finger to his lips.