Homestar Runner Book Novels & Stories

Thinking of the worst possibility, Elio felt a splitting headache and nearly lost his balance. Alyssa reached out to support him, but he shoved her away hard. “Get the car!” Elio turned and ran out. Not expecting to be pushed away, Alyssa lost her balance and fell to the ground. The three brothers were still reeling from the news of Luna’s disappearance and didn’t help her up right away. A maid assisted Alyssa to her feet. She turned, wanting to complain to her brothers, but they only glanced at her briefly before rushing out. Late at night, the wind near the bridge was bitterly cold.

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which paid the mortgage and utilities. On the right monitor: a manuscript titled "The Gray Chronicles: Book Three." His publisher was getting impatient. They didn't know their best-selling dark fantasy author was literally a centuries-old being sharing a body with a teenager. The advance paid for Cara's... considerable wardrobe expenses. Shadowalker's voice echoed in their shared mindspace: "The protagonist's motivation in chapter seven remains unconvincing." "He's based on you," Northstar thought back, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Of course he's emotionally stunted."

Aidan looks to the men behind me, back to me, scowls, then they all walk back to their cars. And I watch the last bit of my sanity, my kindness, drive away. __________________ It’s finally Wednesday! I don’t trust any of the men in my house so I stayed awake for most of the night. I’m exhausted but I still go for my morning run. When I get back I make breakfast and the first person down is, of course, Reece. He sits at the counter and I hand him a plate. He watches me cooking while eating. “So we’re just…” he shrugs. “Not gonna talk about it?”

I throw on a black tee and shorts and plug in my earphones as I make my way out of my room, heading downstairs. As usual, she is not around. Obviously at the Base already taking her job too damn serious to even think if her son woke up alive or not. I begin my morning run around our Gamma Estate and complete the workout at exactly twenty minutes before returning back into the house to freshen up. Later after my shower, I quickly get dressed and start to pack my stuff. All I need to allocate with me are my art pencils and sketch pads, martial arts books, clothes…. And my dad's chess board and pieces that I hid away in the empty space beneath the wood flooring right under my bed.

"Thank you." The stranger nodded sympathetically. Lyra flagged a cab. "Head Maid Jenkins' residence," she instructed. The driver raised an eyebrow. "You okay, miss?" Lyra nodded. As the cab navigated the streets, Lyra's eyes drifted out the window. Memories resurfaced. The house's familiar facade came into view. Lyra's breath caught. "I hope she survived the fire," she whispered. The cab stopped. Lyra stepped out.

Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before. The mother and son had only moved in a week ago. Ever since then, the hallway had reeked of sour, rotten funk. Shirley always looked polished and put together, but the second their apartment door opened, the smell hit like a truck. I honestly wondered if they'd dragged an entire landfill into their home. Her eight-year-old son, Mike Lambert, was even worse. He was a classic wild child. He ran around all day waving his toy sword and yelling about killing people.

So she let him be. There was no convincing Bran to do things when he’d already said no. Not having her link with Bran made it more difficult to stay in the cabin and read through her mother’s books. She couldn’t bother Grayson too much during the day because he needed to concentrate on doing his job as the sheriff. Bree was amazed at the amount of information the books contained. It had everything from the beneficial uses of everyday household items to love potions, curses, and cures for every ailment.

The title was simple, elegant, and deeply personal: Homeward Bound. The artwork depicted a warm, glowing house surrounded by trees, a pathway leading toward an open door. It wasn’t just any house. It was ours. Luca gasped. “Dad, that looks like our home!” Tears blurred my vision as I nodded. “Because it is,” I whispered. I opened the book, flipping through the pages. Each chapter told a piece of our journey, weaving together themes of love, resilience, and chosen family. The final page held the dedication, one I had written months ago but had never read aloud.

“We haven’t wrapped up the investigation. Well, not completely. I’ll call when we find anything new.” Helicent then left and the meeting was adjourned after Remus laid a new order to his Betas. Find the Vampires’ hideout and bring the East Elder Chamber back no matter what the cost. . . . . . The following day, Remus was up early. Partly because he's used to it, and partly because he didn't really get to sleep at all. He was still thinking of the Hybrid his grandfather had mentioned. All he knows is that it was just a legend. A folklore. An impossibility. He probably shouldn't really be thinking much of it at all.