Homecoming Novels & Stories

She was home. · The homecoming is not just about returning. It is about being welcomed. It is about being loved. It is about being held. The days that followed were filled with celebration. The healers gathered in the great hall, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, casting warm shadows across the ancient stones. Their voices were raised in song and laughter. The tables were laden with food and drink, the air filled with the scent of roasted meat and fresh bread. The banners of gold and silver hung from the walls, their colors a testament to the light that had been carried forward. The healers shared stories of their journey, their voices filled with wonde

The Heir Must Come Home The first rogue crossed the threshold. The house attacked. Not Damien. Not me. The house. The moment the creature’s clawed foot touched the entry hall floor, the walls groaned inward and silver light erupted from the crown-and-claw symbol carved beneath the old rug. I had not known it was there. Of course I hadn’t. This house had apparently spent my entire childhood hiding architecture, trauma, and aggressive interior magic. The rogue screamed. A real scream.

We then turned to Maddie, looking at her slyly. “Oh my gosh,” mouth Payton with a grin. I winked at Maddie. Maddie rolled her eyes, and was fighting a smile from forming on her face. Payton and I have known her long enough to see it. “The homecoming game is coming up soon. Are we doing the usual after our win?” asked Joe. Gio and Joe nodded. “What’s the usual?” asked Payton. John and Joe looked at Gio, as if they were asking for permission to answer.

So, instead sitting in her apartment and avoiding eye contact with her housemates, she dresses quickly and heads to a the town's annual Baking Convention. "Seasons Greetings! We're happy to have you here! Is this your first time attending this Baking Convention? If yes, please fill out this form stating your name and resident address," The melody of the attendance voice makes the black woman eye her suspiciously. She actually takes a step backwards when the tiny lady starts waving a sheet of paper with a giddy smile. "House address? Why does y'all sound shady like you rob houses at night?" Deedah rambles as she fills out the required dotted lines, "Do y'all rob houses at night?"

''A chance to relive the fun part of highschool, meet old friends and aquintances and to relive the story of being a student of VPA. Vincent Patrick Academy hereby invites you to their 8th annual reunion. A world left behind is waiting to be relived for a night''.

“Trust me. I’ve had meaningless sex, and meaningful sex. The latter was better.” “We seriously need to change the subject. Jeremy’s getting sulky,” Kam teased his friend. “When is homecoming here?” Jeremy asked. “The game is four weeks from today, and the dance is the day after. Aren’t we playing against your school?” Kam asked. Jeremy shrugged. “You know how I feel about football.” “I don’t. I’m guessing it’s your favorite sport, you’re on the team, and you're a star player?” I deadpanned. “Dad wishes. Our homecoming is next week, but Mom and I are supposed to meet my brother’s boyfriend. I guess they’re getting serious,” Jerem

I responded like someone who just woke up from a deep sleep. "You're spacing out, man. We're telling you about the alumni homecoming of our batch next month." Henry stated. "Oh! Right," I replied like a complete idiot. "So, are you coming? Oliver's coming so you should come too. The two of you are inseparable." Lola added. "Yes, sure. I'll be there." "Great! Check out our school website, and register for the homecoming, okay?" Lola patted my chest lightly, and winked. That simple act made me remember that Lola had a crush on me back in high school.

“Yeah, well, that’s the closest he’s gonna get to her. How do we get in?” “There’s a gathering called the Homecoming at the new compound scheduled for Sunday. No doubt he’s trying to increase his minions.” “That doesn’t give us nearly enough time to prepare. Damn.” “Hey, brother, we’ll be extra careful this time. I remember the last time we tussled with Satan. Nobody wants to see a repeat performance.”

City D was always bustling with a lot of people walking side by side and filled with heavy traffic. However, today, the traffic seemed to be much heavier for there were many cars loudly honking as walking people filled the city. Even the swooshing of the wind and the leaves that danced along with it were moving about busily. It was already June, indicating the start of summer, the hottest season of the year. On this day, there was a certain transparent soul wandering about on the street. Who was this soul?

“What kind of local color? You’re in Texas. What are you doing, riding bulls?” Shannon hooted. “No way, and you know it. There are some things that even I wouldn’t do. However, it happens to be homecoming week here. I’ve been to a parade, a bonfire, a barbecue place, the nursing home—” “Nurs—” “Don’t ask. It’s complicated. I’ll tell you all about it—” mostly “— when I get home. Tonight I’m going to help chaperone the homecoming dance.”