Homestuck Damara Novels & Stories

"That's why I stopped by. Her parents I made regular immortals. I conjured a different immortality spell for Anita. She's the first I tried it on..." "What did you do," Mackenzie growls in anger. "She's turning into a Dhamphir and so is your child," Victoria says with wide eyes. Before Olivia could bite her wrist, Victoria stops her. "She needs to drain them dry." "Then bring her one when the bloody sun goes down," Mackenzie snaps. She reaches in the nightstand and grabs the same needle I used to prick my finger when she needed blood. She pricks her finger and brings it to my lips. "Hopefully mine will at least ease your nausea with the baby."

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

She rubbed his back tenderly. "How about we help Faricenda in recovering her memory without forcing her?" Dama said but was surprised to see her mate already sleeping which made her smile because while she she rubbed his back, without knowing, he was already dozing off since she was rubbing the exact part his sister used to rub while he was little.

she echoed softly, letting the word resonate between them, a shield against the storm that lurked outside their small bubble of sanctuary. When they arrived home, the familiar scent of their apartment offered a semblance of comfort. Liam led the way to the living room, where the soft glow of the lamps cast warm shadows across the walls. Amara sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. The events of the evening replayed relentlessly in her mind: Darren’s charm, the calculated smirk, the ease with which he had infiltrated a space that should have been safe.

But would I still be able to ignore them while working with him, or would they grow beyond what I could handle? I stood up and finally felt the need to go home. It was getting dark, and the last thing I wanted was to stay outside at night. I walked as fast as my legs could carry me. Relieved that I had finally reached home, I pushed the door open—only to find Adrianna’s lips locked with Damon’s. Adrianna was shirtless, and his hands fondled her breasts. She was sitting on Damon’s lap as they moaned into each other's mouths.

he went straight upstairs to their room, He tried to open up but it was locked from inside. "Wife open up please its me" he said but no respond from inside. he didnt wait so he used the door pin to open up. Damien enters and went straight to the inner bedroom and saw Arrya sleeping. He gently walk and sat close to her, he could see sign of tears on her cheeks, he shift her hair to her ear, and kiss on her cheeks before he stood up and leave.Arrya open her eyes and blinked before closing them back . Damien went down stairs and saw Amaya with Edward in their own moment..

My father paused, glancing back as howls and flames consumed our village. “Somaru, you can’t!” my mother cried, recognizing the look in his eyes. “These are our people, Violet!” he choked. “I have strength—I can help!” “No, Somaru!” she begged, clutching him tightly. But he kissed us all on the forehead and ran toward the fire. “Dad!” my brother shouted and chased after him. “Kash!” my mother screamed. He was gone before she could stop him. I could barely breathe through the smoke. My tears mixed with soot.

Amara’s POV The penthouse felt colder that night — too still, too perfect, as if the truth had stolen all the warmth from the air. Amara stood by the tall windows, the city lights stretching out beneath her like a map of everything she no longer recognized. Behind her, the door clicked open. Damian’s footsteps crossed the marble — steady, familiar, dangerous in their calm. She didn’t turn around. “You’re home early.” he said carefully. “So are you.” Her voice was quiet, steady. “Or maybe you never left.”

She came again, screaming, body convulsing in his arms while their eyes stayed locked. “Fuuuuck! I’m cumming again—shit, I can’t stop cumming on your cock! Arghh!” Damon groaned loudly, his control finally breaking. “I’m gonna cum deep inside you. Take every drop.” Damon buried himself as deep as possible and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pulsing pussy. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time, groaning her name as he filled her completely. “Feel that? I’m breeding you. This cunt is full of me now.”

The Ghost Making a Comeback Daria's POV The old and fissured stones of the border of Blood Pact land lay half-covered with earth and moss before me. I drew my cloak more closely around me, and cursed the last ward between my lips. The wind glistened with one wave, and was calm. I was nothing to anyone who was looking. Just a ripple. Just a shadow. "Stay close," I murmured. Harriet squeezed my hand. "I won't let go."