Homestuck Ancestors Novels & Stories

The symbols etched into the air shifted, rearranging themselves into something sharper, more precise. “You are the vessel,” the ancestor continued. “But the child is the anchor.” Malik stiffened. “Anchor to what?” The ancestors turned as one. “To balance.” The word struck the realm like a bell. The ground answered with a low tremor, and distant structures—ruins Sarai hadn’t noticed before—rose briefly from the haze before sinking again. Aunt Dee whispered, “They’re telling the truth.” Sarai looked at her. “You knew?” “I suspected,” Aunt Dee said hoarsely. “But I didn’t know how far back it went.”

“No…” They were standing there—my ancestors, my family. My hybrid bloodline, the ones who had come before me, those who had been lost to war, to darkness, to time. Their eyes shone with warmth, with recognition. Some I had never met, yet I knew them, felt them in my very bones. A woman with silver-streaked hair and piercing eyes stepped closer, her features strikingly similar to mine. “You’ve grown strong, little one.” I choked on a breath. “Who…?”

To him, my ancestors' purity wasn't worth a dime, but for me, it was very important. Since I was born, I have heard many stories about my ancestors. I knew they had suffered many injustices. No one wanted to leave their homeland and move to a very strange place and had to hide themselves and not be able to live as themselves. The injustices my ancestors suffered in the past were beyond what they could bear, that's why they made the decision to leave the werewolf society. Being a descendant of them, I couldn’t betray my ancestors just for a peaceful life. Moreover, if I admitted that my ancestors were traitors, I would have to live with their sins for the rest of my life.

Unmoving. Janet shivered; it appeared that the family had been dead for several hours at this point. She walked over to the father's side and touched his forehead, and then Janet was sucked into the memory of the man of far-away ancestry... It felt like a hurricane of memories had flooded into her life in an unexpected tidal wave as she now sat beside the man holding his forehead while all the memories of his ancestors led Janet into a series of unwanted events that occurred long ago in the tenth century.

After that, his eyes flushed red, and he deliberately touched his nose to cover up as he smiled and said, “Uncle Acker, what era are we in? We cannot be so feudal...” Lord Acker said solemnly, “Merlin, this is not feudalism. This is heritage! Ever since ancient times, you have only heard of people worshipping ancestors of their own family, but have you ever heard anyone talking about worshipping ancestors with a foreign last name? Not to mention anyone else, but do you know what is your paternal grandfather’s grandfather’s last name, and do you know what is your maternal grandfather’s grandfather’s last name? Do you know what a broken incense means?”

“Do you really want to know, Beatrix? Because once I tell you, there’s no going back.” The weight of his words settled over me, but I nodded. “I need to know.” Adam: I leaned against the wall, running a hand through my hair as I searched for the right words. “It started before any of us were born,” I began. “Our parents… they weren’t just business partners or neighbors. They were part of something much bigger—something ancient.” Beatrix’s brow furrowed, confusion and curiosity flickering across her face. “What are you talking about?”

Bonnie cried out. After their war with the vampires and werewolves, they reclaimed their witches’ quarters. The mystic cave now serves as a pathway that leads to the ancestors’ world. Lucas isn’t worthy to step into the ancestors’ world because he’s a hybrid: half werewolf, half wizard. Walking into the ancestors’ world would get him killed on sight. Bonnie could plead his case if the ancestors want to harm him because of the wolf gene in him. “I need that mystical brimstone to save my friends,” Lucas said.

“No Mom, nothing like that. I just need for you to tell my again, and don’t leave any details out.” “Well, okay baby. When you were born you had an extra rib. The doctor joked that you may be the new living Eve and had the rib of your Adam. It only occurs in 0.2% to 0.5% or about 1 in 500 people, which makes you special. So, we didn’t hesitate in naming you Eve. I whole heartedly believe you are a gift baby and that your Adam is out there with the missing the rib, my dear, that you hold. He is who God has for you. No, you are not supposed to start the world over but you two are meant to be together.” I sat there stunned. I had heard the story plenty of times but it wasn’t relevant until this

You dare defy the ones who created existence? I looked up at it. You didn't create me. The Ancestor became silent. I continued. You created the first world. You created the first life. But you didn't create my choices. Cassian smiled. That's my wife. The Ancestor's eyes narrowed. You belong to creation. I shook my head. No. Creation belongs to everyone. My daughter looked up at me. Mama? I squeezed her hand. Stay close to me. She nodded. The Ancestor attacked.

I said. Bastiana finally made it towards the gate and invited us in. "Sorry I was late. I had to take care of something." "Why don't you save the apologies and talk to your ancestors to snuff the life out of this murderous witch roaming around my city?" Dad balled his hands into fists. "They are helping him. The ancestors are angry and they want revenge." She breathed out. "Him? I thought blondie said it was a woman?" I queried. "She must have been an accomplice." Suzy answered.