Homestuck Ancestors Novels & Stories

He’s curious, not scornful. “Yes. No. Sort of. Technically they’re not my ancestors because I was adopted, and they don’t actually speak because most ghosts don’t, but. Yes. Everyone and everything at Blackmarsh agrees that once you’re family, you’re family, even if you weren’t born that way.”

they won't even look my way after all they banished me "I...I don't think that might be possible my lady " I stammered ." nothing is impossible when the ancestors are solidly behind you . take the position and leave the rest to us ,your next mission is to get the blood of one of a Adams. it's high time we put an end to all vampires and make sure this city is clean from their filth " she said. I wonder what the ancestors are up to this time " I will do as command " I said and she nodded

It led us to ancient ruins, hidden caves, and sacred landmarks, each holding a piece of the truth we sought. With each step, the truth began to unravel before our eyes. We uncovered tales of forbidden love, hidden alliances, and the sacrifices made by previous generations. The weight of the family legacy grew heavier, yet we pressed on, driven by a determination to understand our roots. As the moon waned and waxed, we finally arrived at the last destination—the ancestral home of Nathaniel's family. The imposing mansion stood as a testament to their wealth and history, yet it held within its walls the final piece of the puzzle.

Exactly where mine is placed. Frowning, I unconsciously place a hand over mine. “This right here is Coral Aileen Knight, she was an ancestor of ours, and she was also the one who built our society to what it is today. Through sheer determination, she abandoned her former life and created one that not only ensured peace and safety for her but for every conjurer that lives today.” “Why are you telling me this,” I sharply turn to regard him in confusion, feeling a little anxious with where I think this story is headed. “And why do you keep saying we, or our ancestor. I mean, is this academy founded on a cult or something?”

Jason sneered. He didn't dislike the arrogance of the ancient families. They were a group of people who had existed for a very long time, and they had the strength to be proud. However, this indifference was definitely not something that could be caused by an ancestral behest. “Ancestral behest? Could their ancestors have predicted the calamity of the Realm of Adria?” He had seen too many legendary figures, but most of them were ordinary people. He could predict the future because he had walked through this era.

"My mother disappeared. My father hid the truth. The Blackwoods knew about my blood before I even understood what genetics was. And now a dead man appears on a screen claiming to be my grandfather." She stepped closer. "So you're going to tell me everything." Marcus stared at her. Then he nodded. "Your grandfather was the original architect of Project Eve." Celeste went silent. "He wasn't a businessman," Marcus continued. "He was a geneticist. Brilliant. Obsessive. He believed human aging and disease were problems that could be solved if the right genetic mechanisms were understood." Celeste's eyes moved toward the rows of research chambers. "And he used our family." "Yes."

"Here, open your eyes and read this DNA test report. You can't understand what I said, but you can read, right?" She snatched the paper and stared at the results in disbelief. "This is impossible! How can he not be my son?" Kristan's voice cut coldly through the room. "What's impossible about that? I wouldn't mistake the kid I raised. I don't know what's wrong with you. It's like you don't understand a word anyone says and are just randomly claiming Aidan as yours." The report clearly showed Aidan Moore and Kristan were blood relatives. Helen kept looking back and forth between Aidan's and Kristan's similar faces, but she couldn't fool herself.

I shut down the mental link and collapsed into a chair. Now I understood. I knew why she was so bold this time. Delia had been reborn, too. In our last life, she at least pretended. She and Damon were never so obvious. Now, she didn't even care about appearances. I closed my eyes, forcing the memories of my past life to surface. After our bond, my blood prophecy paintings helped the Blackwood clan avoid disaster after disaster. Their power grew immensely. The clan elders called me the "Lucky Star of the Covenant."

--- The truth was more complicated than Clara had expected. Her ancestors were not nobodies. They were mages—powerful ones, with a lineage that stretched back centuries. They had been keepers of ancient knowledge, guardians of secrets that the Hollow had wanted to suppress. "I come from a line of mages," Clara said, her voice disbelieving. "I'm not just a background character. I'm—" "You're a descendant of the original keepers," the Archivist confirmed. "The ones who first recognized the Hollow's threat and tried to stop it."

A crystalline snap echoed in the small room. The pendant shattered into pieces. I could feel the last trace of protective energy within it dissipating into nothing. I looked down at the fragments, then at my enraged father and Mason, who was enjoying the show. The last fragile thread of familial feeling in my heart snapped along with the crystal. The final sliver of affection I had left for this family shattered right along with that pendant. He had no idea that what he had just shattered was not merely a piece of quartz, but the life force of my grandfather, Arthur Stratton.