Homestuck Ancestors Novels & Stories

They called her Kill Joy. As for the seventh, he had his own fan base; for he led the previous generation. He was the former Barbarian Lord, and the second one to become an Ancestor after the Adviser. He was Pathfinder, for his path was his and his alone. The ancestors had their residences in the mountain behind the Barbarian Lord’s residence. Their housing arrangement was strategic, making it possible for them to easily make an appearance if the Lord was in any danger. Right now however, the ancestors were lumped together. But none of them was in their best state; for each ancestor was tied onto a pillar, all seven of them. Each one had their clothes burned in some places, exposing a bit of

It turned my stomach to see my ancestors listed like assets on a balance sheet. "Venus was the first," I said, a sharp, bitter lump forming in my throat that made it hard to swallow. "And every single generation since then has been a repeat of the same sick cycle. You’re the wolf that needs to be settled, and I’m the cage that holds you together. That’s the 'Venus' legacy, Darius. It’s not a psychic loop or a soulmate bond. It’s a parasitic relationship that’s been draining my family to keep yours sane for a hundred years."

He nodded and we made our way back home. My mind was completely occupied with different thoughts. It was said that Marsha’s ancestors were powerful. They consisted of the great lycans. But it has been thousands of years since the last lycan emerged. People now narrate stories about lycans as folk stories. We all thought it was a myth. I looked at my son. Was he a lycan? I couldn’t deny what I had just seen with my own eyes. Whatever it was, he was my son and I will love him till my last breath.

And the fact that he was kneeling with no unwillingness in his eyes shows the deep fear and respect he has for the man standing. He wanted to say something but refrained and knelt with full obedience. The man standing took two steps forward and snorted from what he was thinking before voicing out "The Lord's ancestors were originally the underworld ruler of the United States and many countries combined, and he was magnanimous aside from being power, but the Lazer's ancestors who was his best friend stabbed him in the back while he let his guard down unaware. He never thought his best friend would betray him at all" As he speaks, his voice gets angrier. "But little did that Lazer old man know

The weight of this revelation bore heavily on Xander's shoulders, as he grappled with the implications of his ancestry and the responsibility it carried. As the truth unraveled, so did the intricacies of our own connection. We discovered that my mother, unbeknownst to me, had once crossed paths with Xander's great-grandfather—a chance encounter that had left an indelible mark on both their lives. The revelation brought forth a newfound understanding and sympathy, uniting us in a shared sense of loss and resilience. Together, we vowed to honor the legacy of Xander's great-grandfather, to breathe life into his forgotten dreams and inventions. The mansion became a haven of inspiration, a sanctu

The Bishop said softly, “was made from the blood of your ancestors.” I jerked backward until my shoulder hit the wall. “What...what are you talking about?” My voice shook, and I hated that he heard it. “My ancestors are long dead. And.... and why the hell would their blood be here? That’s not possible.” The Bishop’s smile widened, teeth flashing just slightly. “Your ancestors are very, very old, Reese. Some older than kingdoms. Older than laws. Older than the first bite of the moon.” My mouth went dry.

If I were to tell them this news, which is bad, I’ll do it once I have a proper resolution. ‘No luck here. The link seems to be broken if I’ll be honest. No one is talking to me.’ I groaned in frustration. The ancestors aren’t always there, I understand that. They’re retired, some probably resurrected. And sometimes, they turn off the connection with a reason I don’t know why. ‘Alright. Thank you for trying.’ ‘Didn’t help much but you’re welcome. Can I sleep now?’ ‘Fine. I owe you a run. Maybe some time soon.’

"It happened a long time ago... Our ancestors were travellers, travelling across the world and didn't have a home... but along their travel they came across a man, some bandits were beating him up... Our ancestors stopped and helped the man fight off those bandits... They treated the man and let him travel with them until he's healed, so they later found out that the man was a chief of a small village.. the chief invited them to his village and gave them home to live in!" He wipes my cheek and shows me his thumb, a tiny ant was walking on my cheek. "They lived there for some time, the chief's daughter fell in love with one of our ancestors but the chief denied their relationship.. he said he

She responded. "That book is about your father's ancestry, right?" "Yes, Uncle. Do you know that one of my father's ancestors was a part of the Catholic crusaders who fought the Illuminati?" "Well, I won't be shocked. Your father's side of the family has participated in many huge events throughout history. Many of the things you see here are from those historical events." "And, according to this, the first hunter wasn't just blessed by the witch, he married the witch." "That's right. That's why the women in your family has gifts. I think you have that too, but who knows? I'll prepare us some food. I know that nothing will be able to pull you away from your studies." Barry left her alone to g

Xiao Chen looked at the old ancestor, who nodded that his eldest brother could be trusted, so Xiao Chen could only agree, especially since his mother was still holding his hand as if afraid that Xiao Chen would run away and commit murder again. Seeing his great descendant, the elder ancestor laughed, especially since he was in a happy mood upon learning that a heavenly child had appeared in his Xiao family. He saw for himself that even without the child of heaven, Xiao Chen alone was enough to bring the Xiao family to a new level. This was enough to make him intervene, especially as a powerful figure in the upper world who loved his family. How could he remain silent after those bastards who