Olive Blood Homestuck の小説・ストーリー

I turned and ran. The sun had already broken the horizon, painting the sky blood-red and gold. The Claiming Run was over. By the old laws—I was too late. I didn’t give a fuck about laws. I followed the real scent nowx faint, metallic with blood, laced with terror and tears. It pulled me like a rope around my heart, dragging me deeper into the forest, past streams and ravines, until I found the ditch. And there she was. My Olivia. Curled at the bottom, covered in blood and dirt, one arm bent wrong, hair matted crimson. Her chest rose in shallow, uneven breaths.

"No, I'm taking you with me! Uncle Wallace, nothing can happen to you." Olivia felt a warm and sticky liquid in her palms. She looked down to see Uncle Wallace's chest red with blood.

Oliver smiled softly, hanging up the phone. Oliver noticed the sun beginning to rise on the horizon. He finished making it home, slipping in unnoticed, he still was covered in blood, not like anyone would really question him. As he unlocked his door to his apartment, he instantly smelt another wolf. Oliver lowered himself, ready to attack if needed. “About fucking time you get home, I was up half the night waiting for you, where…” Claire came out from his bedroom, naked, she stopped at the sight of him covered in blood.

I looked at both men, wondering how to get out of this. Unfortunately, the strange man spoke. “I am Olpheus, the last pure blood of the Elves.” he announced, stepping closer to me and my heart raced. “I have come to take my beloved home.” He smirked at Ian It was the wrong thing to say. Ian’s eyes twitched, and he snarled at me, “You whore, so this is what you have been doing? Sleeping around … sleeping around with monsters behind my back?” whore? My mouth parted in disbelief and my brain lagged.

“You’re dirtying the pathway with all that blood.” My heart clenched. I looked at Caspar, but he just wrinkled his nose in disgust and smoothed a golden strand of hair out of Olive’s eyes. “Don’t look at her, sweet sister. She’s filthy, covered in flies and her own piss.” Without another word, Caspar turned, carrying Olive away. I didn’t get a look at her face, but I knew she’d be suppressing a smirk. “Pick the traitor up,” Cedric said, snapping his fingers at a nearby servant. “And clean up that blood while you’re at it.”

Mary's voice was insistent. Olivia remembered a dream. It had felt real, and she realized with a start that it probably was real. She had been drinking blood in her dream. It must have been when Ben was giving her his blood. She must have really drunk it. She shuddered at the realization. She couldn't believe she had swallowed another's blood. It was unthinkable. "Olivia, focus!" Mary's voice came through her haze. "I drank his blood?" Her voice wavered with disgust.

He reeled back, groaning, shaking his head furiously as blindness momentarily robbed him of his edge. The stranger seized the opening. He lunged, claws flashing, and raked them across Olivine’s chest. The sound of tearing flesh ripped through the clearing, followed by a gush of blood. Olivine roared—a deep, earth-shaking sound of agony—as crimson streaks split across his chest, pouring freely down his torso. Before Olivine could recover, the stranger bolted. He vanished into the undergrowth with terrifying speed, swallowed by the dense foliage until only the echo of his laughter lingered.

I wouldn’t! “You let my father go, and I won’t hurt these little pup!” Olivia yelled. Her voice sounded like it was from the underground, and it gave chills that went deep into my bones. “The soluble keys don’t work! Your blood doesn’t work! Maybe I can just kill both of them!”

Olly said, totally ignoring Elijah. "Like Susie Hale?" Hade said. Olly's face brightened up like he just had a realization. "Exactly like Susie Hale." The two laughed while Elijah scoffed. "It's not her, you dumbfucks." "Aw come on little bro, no need to be shy," Olly taunted even more. "Oh shut it. She's not even in the Harvest yet," Elijah said to him. "Precisely. You, little brother, have the Vandenberg blood flowing in you," Olly teased and laughed harder. Hade buried his face on the bed to suppress the sound of so much laughter coming from him.

I muttered, staring at the tiny fabric that seemed more suited for a doll than for me. “What the fuck did you give me to wear, Sophia? Please don’t tell me it’s a body-hugging gown!” OWEN'S POV "We need to be sure that we are not mistaken" “We need to be sure we’re not mistaken.” My voice deepened as I turned to my friend Baka, who nodded in agreement. “It’s Omega blood, not Rogue. Something happened here, and I bet the girls are behind it.” I looked at the drop of blood on my thumb rubbing it against my index finger as I picked up my napkin and wiped it away. The bloodstain on the ground was already starting to dry and turn black.