Bard Homestuck Novels & Stories

“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.

she ordered over her shoulder before telling the barman called Barm an to pour her a rum. “Make that two,” Bash ordered beside Amira. The rogue tilted his head to the side. “A new face. Pretty one,” Barman said. He was a large man with a big, bent, once-broken nose and a shaved head with scars running down it and his face. He looked scary, but he mostly kept to himself like a typical rogue. He was only at the guild, so he had a roof over his head. “Um?” Bash answered.

"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."

Delania POV Looking at Baylor laying in this bed it reminds me of how young he really is. If he were human he wouldn’t even be old enough to fight in a war for his country. But he isn’t human and he is the Alpha of Skatom Mochain who fought until he couldn’t for his pack.

Jeremy pov: The smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air, making it difficult to breathe. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The charred body lay on the metal table, unrecognizable and haunting. Steve's mother collapsed to the ground, her sobs echoing through the room. David finally found his voice, his words coming out in a shaky whisper. "This can't be Steve. It just can't be." But deep down, he knew it was true. The reality of their son's death hit them all like a ton of bricks.

Barbara's grandfather's gaze shifted out of the car window beside him, his hand still caressing the top of Linda's head which was now resting on his shoulder. Aryadi is a wolf-shifter from the Black Wolf tribe as well, but he has rarely visited a base like that bunker since his dispute with Elder Magen long ago. Although Elder Magen seemed to have put their problems aside after the young wolf-shifter found Aryadi's body lying unconscious near the headquarters and took care of him.

The deckhand gets up from his stool and places two of his own coins by the empty bottle and just like that they take their leave. A few hours have passed and through the visage of the darkness that surrounds Port Bel; a shimmering streak of moonlight seeps through. The light is just enough to leer both of the captain’s eyes and her right hand’s view to see the barn that was on the outskirts of the city. The red paint that covers the old and rotting wood looks like the wind could scrape it off. Truly the established showed its age when a draft picks up and part of the barn doors move in tangent with the wind. A chain that keeps the doors closed rattles and since the metal is rusted it hits th

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Adam, and the owner of this host body is called Barker." Adam cleared his throat, then explained, "Barker and I made a spirit contract a thousand years ago, and he's been cultivating the law of darkness under my guidance ever since. He's gotten to live much, much longer than he normally would. What I'm trying to say is that Barker and Senior Fremont are both cultivators who have lived up to a thousand years. Yet, the fact remains that Barker's no more than a host body I'm borrowing. You're much better off becoming my pupil than Fremont Skye's, you know?"

He had planned to get it tatted on his neck because he would never be anything but a jarhead, but his mother had objected and so he hadn't done it. Christopher did a load of laundry and changed Mag's litter box. Then he pulled out his guitar and played for a while. He wanted to perform tomorrow and hadn't practiced all week. Friday was Karaoke at The Madd Crab and he generally brought his guitar whenever he sang. He liked the music selection there as well as the people. They were a bunch of rednecks but it was a neighborhood bar with the same rednecks. Sometimes a dumb asshole would come in or a drunken girl. But most knew to leave him alone. And if they didn't learn it the easy way they lea

Hunter I barge into Bry’s house and march up to the bedroom. My father’s words still repeating in my head. Zack is an alpha waiting for an omega heir, which is exactly what Bry is. This can’t be happening. With my thoughts stuck on the various possibilities, my heart races as I storm into the bedroom. “Jacob! We have a problem!” He walks out of the bathroom with his hair tussled and wet. Water droplets glide down his muscular body and disappear into the towel wrapped around his waist. He wraps another towel around his shoulders and grunts, “What now?”