Bard Homestuck Novels & Stories

He pulled me back down onto the bed, his grip never leaving my arm. “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked him, afraid that I won’t like the answer. “You are my saol gra.” He said simply, as if I know what that means. “I don’t even know what that is. I want to go home.” I responded, confused and scared. “You can’t go home, not yet.” He told me, with a soft tone in his voice. I was suddenly seeing another side to Namhaid. I no longer felt cold, sharp chills when he touched me, and his voice was as sweet as candy. “I told you that I will never lie to you, and I am a man of my word.” He told me, as I sat there, with a scowl on my face. “Nemesis, we were made to love each other. My soul recogni

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Barren states. “I wanted you all here because my Beta asked, due to him finding his mate,” Milo answers and sits behind the desk. Graham takes a deep. “Father, Mother, Chris, I have found my mate. He is a warrior’s son. His mother is human,” Graham rambles out. Mrs. Barren grips Mr. Barren’s arm. “I remind you, former Beta, that this is my office,” Milo says sternly. “I will restrain you if you make me.”

“Ask him if he will protect you from harm, even from His Kind.” “Well, Barren, do you intend to protect me from any harm, including from the Bitten?” “I intend to protect my Elder Lords interests and cannot protect you if He were to inflict harm. He is my maker and he alone I cannot break the bond with.” The Stag took another domineering step forward slowly, “Mark my words Barren Bradford Whitley, the forrest does not forget. We always reclaim what’s ours when fools finish playing their foolish games.”

Content Warning: This chapter contains themes with institutional abuse, psychological manipulation, and implied violence. Reader discretion advised. The dormitory lights clicked off at eleven and I lay in the dark counting every breath like it might be the last one that still belonged to me. The key was warm in my palm. I kept running my thumb across the letters scratched into the metal and trying to decide what they meant now. T-O-B-Y. Either the most real thing in this place or the most carefully constructed lie I had ever been handed.

A low murmur resounded around the campfire. "So, enjoy yourself tonight, but we still have work to do," Xander said. "That's all." Everyone went back to talking, but this time, it was lower, and the music didn't come back on. Then someone brought out packages of hot dogs, and some shifters brought out some roasting skewers. "Want a drink?" Xander asked, already guiding me toward the bar. I nodded. "Yes, thank you." "Alpha Reed!" the bartender said, laying a napkin on the table. "What can I get for you and our lovely Luna tonight?"

Stella is with Zoe and Selena inside her mother’s room. I know he can feel my pain because, a few months ago, he also discovered the evil deeds of his father. Since then, he’s been working tirelessly day and night to become stronger than him so that he can put his father behind bars. I glance at him with sorrowful eyes. “How did you do it, Sky? I mean, how did you even begin to understand the fact that your own father was… like this? I don’t know how to move forward from here. You know I feel like I’m stuck, drowning in shame.”

The gas burned out and the bodies were charred to a crisp, and in the center of it all was my brother. "Lucifer." "Jake, what's going on kid?" "I need your help figuring something out, Let's grab a couple of beers and chat this out," I said and we walked a quarter mile down the road to a pub that we had passed on our way up here. He got a glass of Fireball Whiskey, and I got a beer, while we waited for our drinks I explained the situation, how Jameson got shot with a tranq, the bar fight and the offer of assistance from Alexandria, and how Jack was acting when she was in the bar. The bartender came back with two cans of Lucifer's Brew, my favorite beer, but no mortal knew about it so I was c

Bishop replied. "Luna tailed them both. According to Hudson, the guard would have killed him if she hadn't used your dagger to strike him down," Caineghis said. "He said once he saw the dagger he tried to get her to leave him behind…" Jimothy added. "Let me guess, she refused," Arric said, enjoying the story as his men reveled in telling it. Hudson was a Lycan alpha of a small pack about twenty miles from the Black Wolves Pack. Roffe Barther had wanted his land, but he refused to sell and Roffe Barther then did what he knew best. He took it from him. The poor creature would have been killed if Arric hadn't interceded and then he went further to make his father offer him a small cabin within

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.