Olive Blood Homestuck Novels & Stories

It smelled like rotten blood mixed with a bitter scent that could easily be tagged as magic. He followed the trail through thick brush until the pack emerged in a small clearing. The smell hit them hard at one point as they saw a wolf body lying in the dirt. It was one of their soldiers, but the death wasn’t the worst part; the corpse had been carved open. There were strange symbols cut into the flesh. There were dark twisting runes burning faintly, and Rowan stepped forward cautiously. “What in the moon’s name…” Kaelen’s wolf growled low. “This is witchcraft.”

Olga says suddenly. My brows pinch. “Me?” “Yes. When we served out there, Oliver asked of you.” Oliver! He must’ve been confused why Cassian chased him off. I give her a soft smile. “I couldn’t make it. I was…overwhelmed.” “Sick? You should’ve sent word and I’d have made some soup.” “Oh no, no. I wasn’t sick, at least not physically. It was more of emotional stress.” “There’s nothing a good soup won’t cure.” She winks. “It was beautiful. Though the alpha had to be helped out of the hall, he was drunk with wine and excitement.”

“I knew there was something about her.” “Wait…” Remus blinked and tried to understand. “There is a new blood and I am not aware?” Ignoring him, Maximus moved closer and examined the mark, his fingers hovering over it without touching it. He watched how the line spread and he suddenly furrowed his brows. “It looks like old magic,” he said. “It burns,” Cassian hissed in pain. “Like fire spreading inside of me. I feel like I’m going to burst out any second.”

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

Nothing. Dread swallowed him whole. He took a step back before ramming his shoulder into the door. The door groaned but didn’t give. "Dammit!" He threw himself at it again. CRACK. The door flew open, and his breath caught. The scent of blood filled the air. His eyes locked onto Olive. She lay on the floor, motionless. Her delicate frame was curled slightly, her hair spilling around her like a dark halo. But what made his stomach lurch—what sent terror searing through his veins was the deep pool of blood spreading beneath her.

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

"Father, look at him! He’s going to give her the robes from the old chests!" "Silence!" Bram roared, and this time the whole hall went completely dead. A boy dropped a jug by the door, the metal rolling across the stone before anyone dared to move. My father’s eyes went small and dark, until he looked like the old wolf that took the high seat during the Great Frost. "You talk about the bloodline like you built these walls yourself, boy. You have nothing but what I leave on the bench when my knees go stiff."

The smell of ozone was strong here, mixed with a strange scent of jasmine. "Lay him on that flat stone," Eldric ordered, pointing to a large black granite slab that jutted out into the middle of the calm current. Rakar immediately stepped into the water. The river's cold was bone-chilling, even through his leather boots. He laid Ardan on the stone. The surface was wet and slick. "What are you going to do?" Revira asked, standing at the river's edge, hesitant to touch the strange water. "We have to immerse him," Eldric said, beginning to roll up his robe sleeves. "The Moon Blood is fire. The Avariel River is ice. We must cool his core before it burns out his internal organs."

A member went to Olivia's side and cut her palm. She groaned when a small drop of blood went out of her hand. She was sweating wet as she bit her lips to stop moaning. “Olivia, we wanted to know if it's true that you teamed up with Lycan Hector's wife to kill Richelle.” Olivia panicked. She didn't know that was the first question that they would ask. She moaned when energy came into her palm; she didn't think she was doing this.

It would go on a rampage, sourcing for fresh blood, not minding the source. I didn’t fancy that. Didn’t fancy the sight of blood not to talk of its taste. Tonight was going to be agonising. The spell would last for all of this night till the next morning. I weakly made my way to my bed, and pulled myself on to it. Landing with a plop, I groaned. Gradually, my eyes closed. I had to savour this moment, before the next bout of pain. ==Olivia==