Homestuck Ancestors Novels & Stories

Chris snapped his fingers and the fruit platter that was sitting on the tea table rose by itself and landed before the trio. “WHHHAAAA----” “There is nothing that is impossible.” Chris shrugged as he waved his hand and the plate returned to its original position. For a long moment, none of the adults spoke... even Eric didn’t have anything to say for once. Everything they thought they knew about the world had just been overturned. Everett opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “I knew that basement room wasn't normal.” “Our ancestor… the very first who established the Walter family as we know it today was a very powerful cultivator, but he didn’t follow the path cultivators norma

I informed grumpily. "Huh, really? She's your mom and not your Aunt? That's shocking. I thought your parents are dead, man. I thought they died and left you guys with your granny." I cracked. "Funny enough, our granny is actually our great granny. That lady you saw is granny's real grandchild and not us. I just can't believe it. I'm finding it so hard to believe." I narrated.

"Who are you? And what have you done to my people?" "I am The First Culled," he replied, pointing to the indigo sludge that was once Kael. "The West called us 'Assets.' The North called us 'Monsters.' We are the ones who were born with the 'Too Much' energy before the Loom was built. We are the Ancestors of the Glitch." He gestured to the Marrow-Oak, which was beginning to turn a sickly, bruised shade of purple.

she whimpered. Now that is someone who never studied biology. She was homeschooled till college. And in college, she chose astrophysics as a major. But somewhere along that line she had a change of heart and entered the underworld as an assassin after completing her degree at the age of seventeen. She gained her current reputation in just one year solely because she was a genius and had the best brother cum manager of all time. Mu Zeyan chuckled in glee. Having the great blue rose under you in such a state was indeed the best feeling ever. He thought that he was falling for her all over again.

“Great. That’s great. As expected, you didn't disappoint me. You have actually broken through the psionic formation’s force field that I have studied for three hundred years. I’m proud of you all.” Alex and Aunt Rockefeller looked at each other. They used tacit understanding to discuss how to rescue Brittany. At this moment, Alex said disdainfully, “You actually studied such a sh*tty formation, which even kids can handle, for three hundred years. You’ve opened my eyes. It looks like your IQ is not that high!” The ancestor was furious. “How dare you mock me?! Kneel and beg for my forgiveness!” Alex asked, “What kind of ancestor are you? The ancestor of zombies? No wonder you can live for thre

Once the ancestors were with us, no one stood against us. The minute we entered The Bedding a warmth like nothing else circled us. All sad emotion was lost and calm invaded our neurons. Merfolks called this experience 'the ancestor's embrace'. The ancestors could sense our pain and embrace us, getting rid of the ache we had in our hearts. It was as if they were showing their support.

“Older than the clans that exist today. Older than the rules everyone follows.” I frowned. “That’s impossible,” I said. “My parents were normal. We were normal.” Joe smiled faintly. “That’s what they wanted you to believe.” My heart started pounding. “No,” I said. “You’re lying.” Joe stepped closer. “Your ancestors carried something rare,” he said. “A gift. A curse. Depends on who you ask.” I shook my head harder now. “If I had something like that,” I said, “someone would have noticed.” “They did,” he replied. “That’s why it was locked.”

" More members of our pack vanish and then reappear altered. The elders talk about an evil from long ago rising, but they won't do anything about it. I worry that it might be too late for everyone. A shiver went down my spine. "It's happening again," I muttered to myself. Hardin gave a somber nod. "And look at the name signed at the bottom." I squinted at the faded text as I leaned in closer. As I read the name, my heart began to race. "No," I said with a head shake. "It can't be." 'Callum Wells' was visible as day. "Your ancestor," Hardin uttered in a low voice. I staggered back, my head spinning. "However...? Why not?" We heard something outside before Hardin could respond. The steps are g

Not just any random girl, but a human? "This is serious, Olivia. I haven't seen my parents since I moved into CrestRidge three years ago." He explains. My eyes widen. "Why not?" "It's... complicated." I set my jaw. "Doesn't bringing a human girl home make it even more complicated?" "Yes? No?" He gives an elegant shrug. "My ancestors made our money alongside humans before the war. My family isn't going to hate you for being who you are. I guess they'll just be pissed that you are the reason I came back."

he asked with boredom. “Of course! We’re playing truth or dare,” I retorted, pouting vivaciously at him. He let out a sigh and finally revealed, “It’s because my ancestors have served the Reds for centuries. Continuing our family’s legacy is both an honor and a responsibility.” Wow, his family’s connection to the Reds spans generations. That’s profound, bro. It means his ancestors have been butlers for generations, perhaps even reaching back to his great, great, great, great, great-grandfather.