Homestuck Damara Novels & Stories

The words hung there, gentle and unassuming the first kind thing anyone had offered me in weeks that didn't come with a hidden blade folded inside it. I opened my mouth to answer. "Amara." The voice came from the doorway, behind Liam, and it turned my blood to ice on the spot. Damon. He stood in the threshold of my office like he had every right to be there, broad shoulders filling the frame, dark hair windblown, gray eyes locked on me with an intensity sharp enough that my wolf let out a low, involuntary whine before I could stop her. Whatever answer I'd been about to give Liam died somewhere in the back of my throat.

Daniel started counting the rounds, he figured at about round 6 was a good time to start asking his questions about the prophecy. Daniel sat at that bar for two hours, slowly sipping the same seltzer water. Waiting. When round five made its way to the table Lust decided she was no longer scared of the Angel of the Damned that wanted her dead. Now she was horny and he was the only one available for a drunken hook up. “Hey, why are you all the way over here?” She asked her words, slurring. “Because I would rather not associate with you drunken assholes.” Daniel answered flatly.

He greeted someone behind me, and I spun on the stool to see a middle-aged woman with soft brown hair dressed in trousers and a white blouse stood in the doorway observing the room. Her eyes spun to two of us, a smile gracing her lips as she spotted Anders first before a small frown marred her features as her gaze landed on me. So, this was the head housekeeper. She was quite different in looks to Mrs H. Her skin dark, her physique healthy her gaze intrigued. “Good evening Anders. And who is this?” She asked, and I figured it must be odd to see a stranger at the breakfast bar. “This is Amara, the Alphas mate.” He stated, dropping that bomb so casually it startled me as well as the housekeepe

he replied and then cut me off I went to look for Liam in his office and quickly tell him about the situation, we ran to the border only to find out our warrior had captured a trespasser and she happens to be my mate. I was angry by the way she was being treated and immediately I pinned down the guy that was holding her roughly, Liam was able to separate us after using his alpha voice on me, he then orders that I bring her to his office. "Ariana" I heard her say as u open the door with a glass of water in my hand, the name itself is melodious to my ears

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

She just needed a bathroom to pee in, nevermind finding hers. She was glad when she found a bedroom and she opened the closet door and she groaned. Where was the bathroom. She saw another door, and she pushed it with all her might, which resulted with her landing on the floor with a loud thud. "Ouch." she groaned out loud. She looked up and found Damien naked. Fully naked. Was she dreaming or was she really seeing this right. Damien stood there with no clothes. Raven tilted her head and her eyes went down to his crotch. When she realized what was happening she let out a scream.

--- Over the following days, careful observation revealed additional, distinct patterns emerging across all three daughters, each apparently confirming Constance's earlier fragment regarding inherited capability manifesting distinctly rather than uniformly. Damara, we discovered during a particularly fussy evening feeding, seemed to possess an unusual, calming effect on anyone nearby whenever she cried—not preventing her own distress, but somehow easing the anxiety of those around her, Ruth reporting genuine, inexplicable calm settling over her despite Damara's continued fussing. "That's peculiar," Selene observed, monitoring the pattern carefully. "Almost the inverse of typical infant distr

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

The lock clicked, loud in the silence. The shower water burned, a desperate attempt to wash away the night. Ava scrubbed her skin red, but his scent lingered. She stared at her flushed face and wide, scared eyes in the steamy mirror. What did I do? Dressed, she avoided her reflection. The room felt charged, heavy with unspoken words. She couldn't face him yet. She needed time, space. Sunlight, sharp and bright, hit Lucas's face. Ava gasped, a tiny sound. "Damn," she whispered, rushing to the window, fumbling with the heavy drapes. She pulled them shut, making the room dim again.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.