Homestuck Bard Novels & Stories

He stared coldly at the enemies before him and warned them coldly, “If you don’t want to die, you better get lost now!” If Winifred was not in the car right now, Bardo felt like starting a killing spree. Still, he needed to protect Winifred, so he certainly could not behave recklessly. The remaining few dozens of enemies did not dare to go forward, but they also did not leave. Both sides had suddenly fallen into a strange stalemate, but the awkward silence didn’t last long before a voice broke it. “A bunch of trash! How could you all be intimidated by him so easily? That man is just a newbie who has just entered the Transcendent Realm. What’s there to be afraid of?”

Although Kendrick did not seem very capable, there was a saying, “Never judge a book by its cover.” Lord Vedastus snapped his fingers, and someone immediately carried a box over. Once it was opened, they could see that it was full of gold bars. He said, “Master Bardot, I admire your martial arts skills. You were even able to defeat an expert like Jones, so you have to be a one-of-a-kind fighter. If you’re willing to do me a favor, this box of gold will belong to you!” Kendrick was stunned. He could tell that Lord Vedastus mistakenly thought that he had defeated Jones.

Have you got any juice today? I don’t know why I feel happy receiving his chat. I think for a while and reply to him. I got one. Alright, see you at the hospital I realized this is the worst appearance that I can give to my friend that will accompany me. Should I use some tint so I do not look so pale? How I wish I could take a bath though. So yeah maybe using tint is not a bad idea. I looked at my reflection in this tiny mirror, I look awful. The nurse didn’t help me to clean myself, they just provided me warm water, and how could I wipe my body with my hand being infused? Arthur will take a bit longer. Maybe I could change my shirts, even though my hair will not in its best smell. Arthur,

"The Ballard Estate?" On the other end of the phone, Chester paused for several seconds before sighing softly. He said, "Sebastian, all I know is that the Ballards' true identity is the tomb keeper of the ancestral dragon. As for the Ballard Estate, someone at my level has no right to get anywhere near that place. "However, there's one thing I can be sure of, which is that the Ballards are no ordinary family. They are experts in both martial arts and the mystic arts. If the Ballards are looking for you, forgive me, but there's nothing I can do to help."

I sit down beside Rowan, my large body perfectly still, a beautiful, elegant smile plastered on my face. The head bard checks the hourglass, his wolf ears twitching with greed. He strikes his iron staff against the floor, pointing the glowing recording stone right at my face. "Miss Eloise Hollowmere!" the bard demands loudly. "Tell the territory the truth! Why did you sneak into the sacred audition arena? Was it out of pure, fat human jealousy toward Meredith Thornvale, or are you trying to use her royal wolf name to force your own sick comeback into the Bard Guild?"

He’d been caught completely off guard this time, and now he had no choice but to sacrifice one of his prized pawns. Fortunately, the man was his own, not someone tied to the Bard family directly. No one in his family had noticed. But still—losing that pawn hurt. Bard drowned a few drinks with Marah, but his mood never lifted. Eventually, he sent her home and went out drinking with his buddies instead. On her way back, Marah couldn’t stop replaying everything Bard had told her. She was terrified that whoever else was involved might come after her. Before leaving, she kept trying to convince Bard to let Adela be for a while—to wait until the heat died down before making another move.

Bard looked like he had seen a ghost. Bard knew how powerful his attack had been. However, this person used only one hand to block his attack, and Bard was alarmed about it. "I'm Chase Collins. I'm one of the defenders of Herb Hall's arena. Tell me, do I have the right to be here?" Chase stared at Bard and spoke up coldly. "It's you!" Bard was astonished. Even though he knew Chase was one of Herb Hall's defenders, he was still shocked to see Chase block this attack with one hand.

He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment but pressed onward. "Why, thank you young man! As i'm sure you're aware, i am Evin Ordas, bard extraordinaire and this young lady is Isbella, my apprentice and near-daughter" Evin, true to his bard roots, spoke grandly as if still proforming for a crowd, gave a flourish of his colorful cloak and gave Boro a deep bow right back. "Hello, and thank you sir, I think my near-father and I could both definitely use these drinks" She spoke softly, her voice clear and melodious. She took Boro's offered drink and smiled sweetly at him causing him to blush even harder.

“You are not a real swordsman so don’t let the LARP get to your head. You might poke somebodies eyes out.” The other guy supported this argument by saying, “Arthur is right, Barabis. Although that sword is made of wood, it can still poke somebody’s eyes out if you are not careful.” Barabis smiled and remarked, “You guys are just jealous that your swords aren’t as cool as mine. Yours is the worst, Franklin.” He held his mighty weapon up for the heavens to adore. “This magnificent blade was hand forged by me in the pit of Obsidian Pandour.” “More like the bottom of your basement, bro.” Barabis’s friends laughed at his ridiculous display of valour, moreover, told him that he was the reason why

--------------- JEREMIAH Seeing Emma just thrown over Colter's shoulder makes my blood boil and even though the part of Kiaan that was connected to Asmodeus is gone, however, everything that Bardgatory made me before Asmodeus is still there, so even though Asmodeus actually doesn’t have any control over me any more I am still not a full vampire, I am still more.