Homestuck Disciple Novels & Stories

He opened it, revealing rows of handcrafted tools that were supposed to belong to the private parts of any human, which made my heart beat faster in panic. “I believe in discipline,” he said, eyes scanning the wall like he was choosing a weapon. “Structure and obedience to learn rules fast, you didn't seem to read those rules properly right so I believe that these,” he gestured slightly, “help people learn fast.” My pulse pounded in her ears as excitement as fear coursed through me, I didn't mind anymore that he's the naked one before me, I was too scared and curious to know what he wanted to do with me.

Selena choked, unable to refute it. Beside her, Justus burned with shame and fury. “At least I’m capable! I’m far more suitable than you to be Hoyles’s disciple! Unlike you—you only know how to climb your way up with despicable tricks!” “If you wanted the position so badly, you could’ve just said so,” I replied coolly. “Why go crying to your mother? You’re already grown—still tattling to your parents? How embarrassing.” “If you’re so desperate to become a disciple, why not beg me directly? Who knows—I might feel generous and persuade the professor to open a back door for you and accept one more disciple.”

The two universities frequently hold quarterly meetings together so she was quite familiar to him. He cleared his throat before asking pointedly, “Aren’t you a professor at Saint Catherine’s? What are you doing trying to pick a lock in someone else’s flat?” Clarisse swallowed hard, shifting her weight uncomfortably. She glanced back at the stubborn door and then back to Ashton. “I got a call from Alexis… she said the doorknob on her bathroom is jammed, and she’s trapped inside. She asked me to come help.” Ashton let out a dry mutter, almost to himself,

However, on second thought, he shouted, “Philip Clarke, how dare you act tough?! Do you want to die? Your wife is in my hands now, and my men have already gone to bring your daughter here. If you want your wife and daughter to be safe and sound, stand still!” Philip’s eyes twitched as he turned to look at Liam with killing intent in his eyes. He said coldly, “Do you want to die?” His words were full of killing intent! Hearing that, Liam laughed and said, “Philip, I know you have some strength. During the incident in Beacon Group last time, I could tell that you’re not an ordinary person. But I’m not easy to mess with either! This time, I found someone from the 12 Sacred Halls of the West to

The post was dripping with tears, painting me as some bully who threw his weight around as a professor's kid, picking on a poor scholarship student. The comments underneath piled on, dragging my name through the mud. [Nathan Reed is disgusting.] [Heard his parents are professors. No wonder he's such an entitled brat.] [That poor kid. Bullied like that, it's heartbreaking.] I read through every comment and saved screenshots of each one. Then I tracked down the forum moderator and handed over the official investigation findings. The next day, the post was taken down. The moderator posted a pinned announcement: [Kevin Chase's academic fraud had been confirmed, and the disciplinary action taken

His eyes move over me — grey robe, no clan mark, white hair, the iron Outer Disciple tag at my collar — and his expression does the rapid calculation of someone determining threat level and finding the number low. "New intake," he says. "This isn't your concern. Wait your turn." "I read the rules pamphlet," I say. "Page fourteen, paragraph three. Senior disciples are prohibited from leveraging rank differential for personal resource extraction. That's the rule. You're currently breaking it in front of twelve witnesses." One of the disciples on the bench — a girl with Frost Moon Kingdom robes, Spirit Awakening Stage 2 — looks between me and Ren with an expression of someone watching a situati

My face was as red as a tomato as I scrambled back up and grabbed my pen in embarrassment. Elias didn’t laugh. His face stayed neutral, but his eyes—those damn eyes, they held a feeling that looked like amusement or heat. I couldn’t tell which was it. “Are you with us, Miss Harlow?” he asked in a professional tone. “Y-yes,” I stammered. “I’m sorry sir.” He nodded once. “Good. Then answer the question. How does the forbidden aspect amplify the desire in the text we’re reading?” I swallowed because my brain was completely blank at this point. “It… it makes it more intense? Because you know you shouldn’t, so you want it more?”

The disciple ruminated "Hmph, what a funny guy." He went to meet the others in the sect clinic. Vic was happy with his achievements. He deliberately questioned the disciple to know what level Hank was. It was really a shame that he beat the guy who everyone feared. He can't dare to tell anyone once he's okay. No one will believe that a level one disciple like him beat him up to that stage. He may want to have revenge on him later, but at least, he helped him out when he was injured, he should be thankful for that.

Tapping gently, “ I'm sorry but I am meant to —” Shutting me up, he said, "Alpha gave orders to reprimand you here.” The guard's beta command washed over me, heavy and suffocating, forcing my omega instincts to freeze in place. I watched as the council chief held up his staff and declared that the vows be made. Wait, what is going on… Trying to squirm out of the obstacle I was held unto, “I am his mate, it's time to—” A loud voice stopped me in my movement, “I, Alpha Zach, accept Lucy as my mate?!"

"I know it is all very arbitrary, but just to play devil's advocate here, you may not have made those initial choices, but you did chose to marry him, and in turn you took a place in the royal line. You're leaving is viewed as desertion of your people." I shook my head in disbelief at it all. I had thought I'd come so far, and done so well for myself, only to still be getting pulled in by these vampires who are always out to ruin any good life I have. "How will I get cleared?" I asked evenly, keeping my emotions at bay. "I know it is all hard, Rachel, but Calvin has a plan, and we just have to trust it." He was vague, but I've come accustomed to that.