Romans & histoires Purple Bloods Homestuck

I laughed bitterly after saying the last six words. “You should believe those. It might happen,” she said and again smiled at me. I look at her eyes, her eyes are vividly clear while looking at me. It doesn’t look like an old person’s eyes. The color is in the shade of purple and blue, weird… I envy the color of her eyes. I wonder if she has some grandson like my age that she could introduce to me. Silly thought! I have no time for romance.

The engine roars to life and the garage door automatically opens, letting in the glory of the morning rays shine into the car. My hands are shaking and I struggle to open the dashboard. But Blake says nothing more after this and the car rolls out of the garage. I put on the contacts as I am told as he drives out of the manor and down the sloping hill. The contacts are coloured and they make my purple eyes look dark brown. I see myself frowning in the reflection of the tiny vanity mirror on the sun visor. I like my purple eyes. No one else in school has them. Which is probably one of the reasons why I am an outcast. Usually, omegas have purple eyes, but even then, the colour of their eyes wil

What if he wanted to kill her too… what if…? I gasped in fright as Bella let out a snore, shaking from my thoughts I dropped the vial. I giggled softly to myself for being so on edge before picking it up again. I frowned as the blood seemed to shift in colour, now an almost dark honey colour. I picked up one of the other ones from the bag, it was that rusty colour. I glanced between the two of them before giving the second vial a shake, watching mystified as the vial seemed to shimmer as the blood reformed and mixed into that honey colour.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.

"There's a saying on earth. Well said, when a great responsibility comes from heaven, it must first be hard on his heart and bones. If he doesn't have a heaven-defying body, how can he be heaven-defying?" "You're right." "He's here." ... At this time, inside Samuel's body, the blood had been wrapped by a purplish-red blood. Then, as if the water of the sea had been boiled, they were boiling and jumping, attacking and merging with each other. In the end, the pressure caused by the struggle between the two kinds of blood was extremely difficult to bear. Like a flood, it gushed down from Samuel's blood vessels and went straight to the whole body.

"Analysis: Subject is attempting to write a Narrative-Layer over the Null-State. Logic dictates this is impossible. Narratives require a Foundation." "The Foundation is **Us**!" I roared. I felt a surge of energy that wasn't red, white, or grey. It was **Violet-Gold-Red**. It was the color of a bruise that was healing. It was the color of a sunset after a storm. It was the **Living Code**. I pushed back against the glass. Where my feet touched the obsidian shards, they turned back into soil. Where Sarah’s light touched the grey marble, it sprouted wildflowers made of sapphire and flame.

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

His palm tore away from the stone, leaving a bloodstain that was slowly absorbed by the black rock, as if the stone were licking it clean. "Damn it! You were out for three minutes!" Stefan shouted, his face frantic. Siron coughed, his head throbbing with pain. But inside him, something was different. The weave in his veins, his golden threads, were now adorned with two new, thin strands: one pale blue, one light pink. They were fragile, almost transparent, but they were THERE. "Can you see them?" Siron hissed, showing his veins to Stefan. Stefan narrowed his eyes, then gave a slow nod. "There are... other colors. Very faint. You did it?"