Homestuck Meteor Novels & Stories

The last of the meteors streaked like silver tears across the night sky, their light shimmering on the still water. It’s so beautiful. I couldn’t believe I was seeing them up close. I was so happy. I padded closer to the water’s edge, my wolf panting softly from the run. Crunch! A sudden rustle of leaves came from behind me. I whipped my head around. Nothing. The rustling stopped. “It’s probably just the wind,” I told myself. A few seconds later, the final meteor faded. “We should head back now,” I said to Skylar. “Yes, we should,” she replied.

If the picture that the chains and the surrounding spiritual Qi were intertwined into a scene of a black flood dragon and a storm wave at this moment was soul-stirring, then this ferocious meteor hammer was the earth-shattering anger of breaking all this and destroying this scene. Peng! Hong! At this moment, the void seemed to be completely blown up by meteor hammer. What Jessica could see became broken and blurred at this moment. A terrifying force surged from the surroundings like a sticky swamp, about to devour and crush Jessica. "Hee hee, go to hell. No one can escape in front of me." Hugo Adams stared at Jessica and grinned. "Deep-sea Prison!" Splash! Hong! The ground, the stone wall, a

The Moon Base erupted in a silent, silver-gray fireball behind us. We weren't flying anymore. We were falling. Hurtling through the atmospheric ceiling, the Citadel turned into a meteor of red-hot basalt and weeping mercury. I clutched Leo to my chest, my right hand holding him, my left arm a shattered ruin of stone. "Mommy..." Leo whispered, his stuffy voice back, small and fragile. "Is the heaven gone?" "It's gone, baby," I murmured, my heart thudding a final, syncopated rhythm.

And in the center, pulsing like a dark heart, was the Black Lotus. I felt it. A cold, sticky pressure against my mind. The Architect. I see you, little star, his voice echoed in the mesosphere. You shine so bright in the dark. "I'm coming," I said. My voice didn't carry in the thin air. But the intent did. I angled my body downward. I re-engaged my mass. I added velocity. I became a meteor. THE BORDER I hit the ground at the edge of the Exclusion Zone the "Salt Line" where the living world

I just let the wind brush my face, the moonlight spill over me, the wolf inside stir and hum. We’re ready, she whispered. For whatever comes next. And I knew she was right. Because at Blackthorn, nothing would ever be the same again.

Larissa sent a cute emoji and said, "I went back to my hometown two days ago. It's pretty rural, so there's no signal." "Ms. Seymour, have you seen tonight's meteor shower?" "Yeah, I did." And it was at an excellent spot—she could not say that, of course, or else she would risk exposing her relationship with Kevan. "Did you make a wish?" Larissa was way past the age of believing in such unrealistic superstitions. But when she saw the shooting stars, a notion flashed briefly through her mind, "It would be wonderful if time could stop at this moment."

His mother. He sank his fangs into her throat in a heartbeat. There was no time to react as he tore into her flesh, blood spurting from her artery as she screamed. Her hands tore at the creatures skin, but her own skin was breaking as she tried to break free. She was sobbing, but the sounds didn’t come as quickly as anyone thought. Slowly, she began to gurgle instead of cry. When the creature dropped her body, Liam felt as if he had died.

"There must be an advantage in sending you." After all, Frank's abilities were far beyond theirs—superhuman, even! Frank nodded and gestured for Drunken Moon to back away before smacking the crater with his palm. The ground collapsed into a larger crater, and Frank did not hesitate to leap inside, landing after a brief moment of free-fall. There, he finally saw the full-shape of the meteorite—just as he had expected, it was not that large. In fact, it was just thumb-sized! Nonetheless, it contained such pulsating energies that Frank actually felt some heat as he stood near it.

Ben Carter roared. Jack placed his hand on the identifier. [Identity confirmed: Jack Sterling.] [Warning: External ‘Dead Hand’ protocol lock detected.] [Secret passage…sealed from the inside.] The cold, mechanical voice pronounced their death sentence. Jack slammed his fist into the steel door, but it didn’t budge. Outside the window, the enormous, burning "meteor" was already close at hand, turning the entire night sky a blood-red color of despair.

Chapter Eight: The Price of Light** Lyra froze at the mouth of the corridor, her heart thundering louder than the approaching storm of footsteps. The eerie glow of the moon filtering through the cracked ceiling framed Celeste like a ghost out of a nightmare — regal, untouchable, and terrifying in her stillness. Behind her, the silver-eyed wolves fanned out in deadly silence, their forms tense, their eyes locked on Lyra and her companions. Riven’s grip on his blade tightened, and Nyra, barely conscious, whimpered as Lyra eased her to the stone floor.