Olive Blood Homestuck の小説・ストーリー

Aaron wiped Olive’s an*l after dipping some liquid on the handkerchief, which he pulled out of his pocket as Aaron ran through her p*ssy with one hand. He got that liquid while he was on his way home. However, he did not expect to use it right away today. Nevertheless, he was thankful that he left it in his pocket. Olive felt the liquid brushing on her different hole and she could not help but shriek in surprise. “W-What is that?” “It is for an*l use only. Don’t worry,” the Lycan reassured. Not worry? Hell no. Olive wasn’t aware of this at all and her face flushed in red.

I sliced the blade across my palm, letting my blood drip onto the ancient totem stone. My blood ran deep red. Oliver's shimmered with a faint, silver light—the mark of his witch bloodline. The two drops of blood merged on the stone's surface, erupting in a blinding light. "Will you regret this?" Oliver's voice was quiet, but I could hear the uncertainty in it. I shook my head, my voice firm. "Never." The magic of the ritual took hold.

*******15 minites later****** "Yeah, I'm back" "wonderful" I said as I removed my intertwined hand from Davina, who almost pulled out my hand, due to the pain she felt. "Please, look around for a towel, some disinfectants to sterilize the tools and Uhhhmmm... A bottle of oil." "What kind of oil?" "Olive oil, baby oil..... Anything mild" "Alright, I would be right back" "Lois, is there anything I can do to assist?" Oliver asked after Gabriel walked out.

Marcus stepped back slightly, confused but trusting her. Then Olivia lowered her head and began licking the deep wounds covering Tasha’s body. The sight shocked everyone. The taste of warm blood filled Olivia’s mouth, strangely sweet against her tongue, but she did not hesitate. As she continued, something extraordinary began to happen. Her long black hair slowly started to glow. The strands lifted gently into the air as if moved by invisible currents of energy. A faint humming sound escaped her lips, soft and ancient, echoing with a power that no one present had ever witnessed before.

I murmured holding her hand and took it close to my lip, at first came reluctance but my fangs suddenly grew out and she winced the moment I dug them into her flesh, sucking her blood out. I felt the pain lessen and the wound healing, until it closed totally, then I pulled away, breathing heavily like I'd taken life from her. She froze mid breath staring at the healed wound and the one in her hand. Certainly, the same question came to our minds. How did Olivia's blood heal me? TBC

Olivia entered the healer's chamber with a mix of anxiety and fury, her eyes flashing with desperation. The healer, with a serene countenance, awaited amidst herbs and mystical artifacts. "What's happening? Why isn't Noah showing the expected signs?" Olivia shouted, her voice echoing off the walls of the room. Her heart pounded, a combination of fear and anger. The healer lifted a calm gaze and said, "His blood is different from that of the Supreme Alpha, Olivia. It doesn't show signs of regeneration like his father's."

Jeff, Olive's father, stood up abruptly, cutting off my words. "We are certain that he was attempting to harm my daughter, Alpha! His claws were stained with blood, and there's no excuse to justify it!" He declared firmly, causing me to recoil. At that moment, I recalled what Ulmer had previously mentioned about Bryan attacking me from behind, tearing my skin. It wasn't Olive's blood on Bryan's claws; it was mine. However, because I was still trying to protect myself, I had to remain silent. "Fine!" I forced out, desperately trying to conceal the overwhelming turmoil threatening to engulf my entire being.

, I said, acting cool. I was good at acting when I wanted to. It was a natural talent, unlike Olivia, who could not hide the fact that she was shocked, angry, disgusted, and confused all at once. Her clothes and face were stained with Jade's blood. It was easy to tell she had never been stained with blood before. I, on the other hand, had lost count of how many times I had gotten stained with different people's blood, which usually meant a trip to the hospital to check for diseases. Olivia would need to get used to seeing blood; she would be seeing a lot more of it.

Olive was covered in blood. Even her red dress was darker because of the dark liquid . Her face was bleeding and blood was gurgling out her mouth as she struggled to breathe. She was half conscious despite all the pain. “Olive! Baby!” Wayne panicked as he saw her in that state. He held the glass in his arm and pulled it out abruptly, slicing his palm in the process. But did it matter? Of course it didn't matter to him. Olive was dying here.

This was her pack. It always had been—long before whispers of prophecy, long before outsiders and cursed bloodlines and ancient titles crawled their way into the territory. She had trained here. Bled here. Buried packmates with her own hands while Elijah stood distant and solemn, already too burdened by leadership to see who truly stood beside him. She inhaled deeply. And there it was. The scent. It did not belong. Power threaded through it—wild, old, sharpened by suffering. It clung to the air like ozone after lightning, unmistakable and infuriating. Tahlia’s jaw tightened as the truth settled coldly in her chest.