Bard Homestuck Novels & Stories

The Kade boys all shared the same dark hair and olive skin tone from their mother, but Johnny was the only one to inherit his father's silver orbs. "You look like shit." Johnny announced as he collapsed into a chair unceremoniously. "Are you ever going to sleep?" "I'll sleep when I'm dead." Lucas grumbled, finding a few shreds of his sense of humour under his exhaustion. "You're also looking at the interim Alpha of this pack." Johnny's eyebrows shot up to his hairline before he burst out laughing. "You poor bastard." "I wouldn't laugh if I were you." Lucas smirked. "You're my interim Beta."

“Ye need not be sayin’ such nonsense to the lass.” “Whyever not?” I heard Sebastian leaning off the wall to approach. “Ye stay back, ye.” Mardichi glowered over his shoulder. Why? *** “Why is that?” Bast asked what she’d been wondering. He circled just enough to get a view of Mardichi’s profile. I focused my attention on the big, redheaded barbarian, rather than looking at the man that was a disaster to glance at. I couldn’t look away. “What have you done, Brother?” Bast persisted.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

“The kids never even appreciated your efforts after all these years you took care of them. Respect wasn’t even something they gave you so what does she mean by abandoning the kids?” Tessa sneered coldly, “If I tell you they gathered these people for a stampede will you believe me?” Dr. Anya’s mouth fell open, “What?” Tessa pointed towards the screen. “More than half of the people here are males. They don’t look like they are here for help but to cause trouble.” Mark spoke up this time, “We know you have a cure already and that is why you have locked yourself up inside. Are you hoping to be a capitalist and squeeze everyone dry till there is nothing left?”

"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."

I covered my mouth realizing I called Bahm old. He was too busy choking on his cereal from hearing Kris's remark. "Bahm turned me into a lycan when I was 12. I didn't turn a wolf like him, but reeememmmberrr, I drink his blood daiiilllyy." Kris the idiot sings out. "I have some ancient books upstairs that might interest you. Like necromancy and dark barrier spells..." Bahm says to me. Making goosebumps form along my body at my stunning and uniquely gorgeous mate.

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Hunter's POV Just like Barbara had said, the darkest hour began on Monday morning and it took a while before the darkness disappeared from the sky above Paradise Creek'. Barbara and I went to school together that morning after I'd picked her up from school. Her cousin, Pinky was also resuming school as she was fully recovering. We met Liam and Hera at their locker talking about some random stupid stuff and Babe joined in. My phone beeped and I brought it out from my pocket to see it was a message from Stanley.

Upon her introduction, Lydia offered a small wave as the introductions continued. Pointing to the boy in the beanbag next to him, he introduced, “This is Blake, also a Shifter.” A curly red-headed boy, maybe a year younger than me, beamed at his title, his green eyes gleaming with excitement. “The young man at the end of the couch here is Junto, also a Shifter,” Stephan continued as I moved my focus to the end of the couch under the wolf sketch. He had dark, almost black eyes, and dark brown curly hair and deep brown skin. And man was the right word for him, being a little shorter but more masculine than Nathan. He smiled a friendly smile and nodded slightly in my direction.

I started doing odd jobs for them, stuff no one wanted to do, cleaning up messes, and working my way up to pay-to-hire gigs. The Volkovs were an ancient clan of Russian werewolves, tracing their supernatural lineage back thousands of years. They taught me all about being an alpha and they were the family I had never had growing up with my abusive father. Alex and a few others had wanted to kill my father for what he’d done to me, but I refused. I wanted the bastard alive and knowing his son hated him and would never forgive him. Now, I never wanted for friends or money. Aside from my adoptive family, I had a group of guys who had my back.