Homestuck Scorpio Novels & Stories

"Oh, no, no. According to your birth date, you're a black Scorpio." "I wouldn't say for myself that I'm arrogant and manipulative." I cross my arms in denial and Christoph interrupts us by bringing our salads and the Chardonnay. He fills two glasses and leaves us back to our seclusion. "Well, this is why I don't believe the horoscope. Although, there are things that fit your character." "Like what?" "Like... It's said that Scorpios are really passionate. They're very jealous and often even obsessive, but with high libido and never disappoint in bed."

"Are you from the 12 Constellations?" "Don't try to mystify us, and yes, we're the 12 Constellations," Scorpio replied, staring at Chu Xun. Chu Xun raised the corner of his lips and his eyes turned icy. He said in a cold tone, "Kill!" As his voice fell, he had charged to the men of the 12 Constellations. "You're courting death!" Scorpio mocked and rushed toward Chu Xun. Cancer's eyes glittered but he did not stop Scorpio.

But now that he had truly lost Esther, the pain was unbearable. Chloe had reached out to him multiple times, but he no longer cared. Without Esther, even happiness felt impossible. Only now did Tristan realize that Esther was like water to him, plain but essential. Chloe, on the other hand, was like soda—sweet and exciting but not something you could live on. Who could ever give up drinking water? But he had figured it out too late. Esther was happy now. Tristan wasn't sure if he was happy for her or mourning for himself, but he actually cried. He held his phone and watched the video all night long.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

The darkness holder and God Scorpio’s ability that is a hidden disadvantage to everyone. “Especially now that I am convince and more about your identity in this world and book. A fragile holder who relies to her more than anything. A fearful soul that wasn’t given the time to make herself stronger behind the lies that was feed to her.” He grabs a clump of hair from Marie and gently, where he looks at it and wonder just how deep of its dark hue could it turn out. Now that he is aware and more than disappointed, that this world and book’s Scorpio’s holder is the weakest shard soul than the rest of the five and from the original seventh.

The adrenaline of the auction had faded, leaving the Ark in a state of hum and shadow. Scarlett sat in the Navigator’s private sanctum, her dual-souls—the Star-Weaver and the Disciple—now so perfectly integrated that she could no longer tell where the binary ended and the Qi began. She closed her eyes, letting the "Prometheus Virus" she had injected into the Abyssal Tide act as a beacon. But as the data flowed back, it triggered a dormant sector in her own mind—a cluster of memories belonging to the original Scarlett Thorne.

This is my first time writing an Entry in this journal that has been water danger but it was a good thing, I did after I did. I wrote for the first time in 2 years and it has been about 2 years being out of hiding again. I will never guess that I will be back into hiding again from the darkness but I did overheard the darkness hunter talking to the darkness, the one who has the power to turn humans into darkness hunters. This was one the darkness hunters that lost its mind after turning into an darkness hunter and has to know to take folk every time they step foot into the woods or sometimes kill them if they fight back. "Someone has found out the darkness weakness and has brought back the l

They stared at each other, with Jaxon clenching his fists while Astra's nostrils flared. "Aaaaah!" Scarlett screamed, breaking the staredown between the warlock and her mate. The contractions became stronger within minutes and closer apart, making it hard for Scarlett to be coherent. She could feel nausea crawling around while her vision blurred all together. Scarlett's claws began to extend as she held on to Jaxon's wrist, breaking his skin.

She swiped away the fake tears, straightened up, crossed her legs, and just like that, the vulnerability vanished from her eyes. "Mr. Sullivan, you ever hear the one about knowing when to quit while you're ahead?" "You've already got the proof on my fake ID. Why dig into my history?" "Besides, my past won't give you any leverage to hold over me. It's a dead end—you're wasting your time." Edgar's eyes narrowed to slits. "You're dodging so hard because there's something shady buried in there." Sophia shrugged. "No shade. I'm a Scorpio—we hate nosy types poking into our private lives."

“I’m sorry.” “The sunburst is for Sam,” Scars said. “He’s a Leo, born in August, and he’s the brightest, smartest thing in my life. I add sunbursts every year to remind myself what I could have lost that night, but I didn’t. He’s my kid brother, and he’s the best thing I ever did, one of the very few things that I did right by.” She smiled, thinking about Keira. “And the rose in ice?”