Bard Homestuck Novels & Stories

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

"The whole world is fucked up, and everyone is turning against one another." She had that right. Hubert’s return had really turned everything upside down—well, more than it already had due to my existence. "Her address is 568 Grimlock Place." I begin to feel my consciousness being tugged. I could only assume that Barren was back and that he was trying to locate me so that we could get back to trying to take out the somnium beasts. "Tell her you’re my cousin and explain the situation; I’m sure that she will be able to help you."

And that was how he ended up tapping his healing magic that left him currently worn-out. The guy kept murmuring stuff when he was tending his wounds about some things he couldn't understand. It was about something that's going to happen. Something about darkness. Ceremonies. Well, he did really felt like there was something wrong but he didn't know what it is and he doesn't want to start thinking about it. He was staring blankly outside by the window of the carriage when his thoughts were interrupted by his brother. "Kaylus, is everything okay?"

Bart didn't know if his birthday was a good enough reason to bring her home right before midterms. Relief washed over Bart as his mother approached with a friend in tow. “Look who I found,” she said in greeting, shutting down Duke Arden’s potential deal. The nobleman Duke Arden and Bart were talking to, excused himself. “Ethan Maine.” Bart held out his hand, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Hey Barry,” Ethan grinned. He picked Bart up and crushed his arms around his ribs. Duke Arden scowled at his wife.

“Make sure of it. I’ll speak to you later.” Bart heard the line disconnect. His bosses didn’t ask if he had more information. He stood on the balcony overlooking a quiet woodland, while Grace slept inside. He sat down now in an outdoor chair and opened a beer. Ran his hand through his hair, feeling the need to go for a run. Make sure his small territory here was secure. “Shifter, huh? Are we talking werewolves, bears, or lizards?” “God’s Grace, you’re supposed to be sleeping. What are you talking about?” Bart’s heart was in his throat and when he put his beer down, it landed a little too hard. The wet liquid sloshed over his hand, and he cursed. Now he was in serious trouble.

It reminded me of Steve Axwell, my neighbor. "Wait… are you Steve Axwell?" The moment he heard that, the flesh on his face twitched. "How d'you know me?" It really was him! I quickly said, "I'm Kendall. My dad's Richard Bailey. I haven't been back in years." Ever since I got into the big city high school, I'd barely come home. I hadn't seen Steve in years. From middle school graduation to college, I'd developed fast—I was nothing like that shy, red-faced little girl anymore.

“Bram gave his brother your place, man. The kid traded your gas range for a barrel of Old Scott’s rotgut.” My heart winces. Alec loved that gas range, or at least, he mentioned it a lot. I shift on the bench, uneasy. Of course, Alec can’t let this stand. It’s his family, the things he worked so hard for. He’s going to go back to Salt Mountain, and if it comes down to him and Bram, Alec will win. After seeing him take out the feral, I have no doubt. Alec could become alpha.

"Barney! What’s wrong with you today? Why are you picking a fight with us?" Barney lazily replied, "I just suddenly find your petty exclusion tactics annoying. Remember this—she’s the real daughter of the Cromwell family. Have any of Cromwell’s six sons ever kicked her out of the group? No? Then why are you meddling? If you want to be brainless, leave me out of it."

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

" The hierarchy dynamics weren't working, and I know they're your friends but, I've replaced the Beta and Gamma roles- outsourced them if you like- to two of the Baron brothers." "Who are the Baron brothers?" Connor demanded, feeling completely out of control. "Oh, I almost forgot. The bear shifters that were selling drugs out at Old Millars road? Well, they're actually brothers. There were ten of them, but one died in that incident with Aimee's club. Conan, the oldest brother, and I have come to an agreement. I've signed over Grampa's old house and land to the Barons. In return, they have accepted the pack and agreed to pack law. I think you'll like them, son. Conan and Liam are around your