Bard Homestuck Novels & Stories

Don't tell me I'm the only soldier at this table willing to pour a glass of silver-wine before the border blood dries," Bart muttered, splashing the dark liquid into his metal chalice and scanning our secluded back booth at the Harvest Eatery. "Are you all going to leave me to drink alone in the shadows?" I pushed my glass away, my wolf pacing beneath my ribs as the scent of raw meat and sulfur drifted from the kitchen. "The Whitmore bloodline doesn't dull its senses before a raid, Bart. Empty your bottle alone."

He knows where to put that thing when we are ready to make it puke. "That's a new one, I haven't heard before. Interesting concept, a cock puking." Spike said. "Nicole, I did tell you that Bart is out at the pond camping and building our fireplace, right?" "Yes, you did, why?" "Well Bart is out there camping with his family of four girls and his wife. His hired hand, Kendra is also out there by the pond. They are nudists and having a ball on this private ranch." "Holly shit, do you mean to tell me you aren't the only nude girl on this ranch? There's more?"

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.

"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?"

"I comprehend, Father. It is a sacrifice that we must both endure. I will willingly embark on this journey, knowing that it is for the betterment of our people." As Bartholomew looked into his daughter's eyes, he could see the unshed tears glistening, reflecting the depth of his emotions. His heart weighed heavily with the burden of their impending separation. It was a decision that tore at his very soul, but he understood that their love and commitment to their pack demanded such sacrifices.

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

She wanted to kill the last of us too, until I put an end to her life. A group of Beasts attacked our coven and slaughtered more than thousands of children. With Nala dead, her lover finally showed himself. His name was, Borham. Hector, the one that attacked our coven was not Krulisa. It was Borham , he has the power to transfer his soul to another body and take over control. Anyone who feeds on his blood, belongs to him.

Bit by bit they'd made the old barn into something. Today The Love Barn sported a new floor, bathrooms, electricity, HVAC. There were always improvements to be made. And along the way they'd torn down the dilapidated family home and replaced it with something newer. When Scarlett had come home and needed her space, they were able to give that to her. All because of the barn and a game of cards. Life had a funny way of providing opportunity. Benji heard the sound of a car before he saw it. Or more accurately Pip began wiggling his little butt.