Homestuck Trickster Novels & Stories

More than that, the werewolf genes inside of me started to stir, to fight against the external force. I would never shift, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t steal a couple of abilities from my closest-related species. My body took over, throwing Omari off of me and sending him hurling into the wall. The sound echoed throughout the entire house as he groaned and landed on the floor on all-fours. I hurried for the stairs away from him, but once again, only got down about a step before he was grabbing me.

He tried to stop Ahuizotl but Tristan came from behind, biting his leg off, making him fall down. His mind and posture trembled, throbbing in pain as Tristan looked down at him dead in the eyes, dominance coming to his face. “The Art of Dark Magic, Verse 235, ‘Those who strive for lust are greeted with remorse.’” He quoted a verse from his favorite book, etching the reminder of what happens when greed drowns a person. Huzefa looked at Tristan, not trying to move anymore, accepting his defeat as he curled his lips upwards, “Yeah… you are right.” He hummed, accepting his death.

Even if you don't care about kinship, shouldn't you at least be loyal to the pack? Seeing how grief had taken its toll on him and made him look even more worn out, my chest tightened. However, my voice was still just as cold as I said, "I'm just a Beta. How could I possibly steal the antidote from the Alpha's daughter? Don't blame me for everything." "Blame it on you?" Marcus finally exploded, and his aura began to warp because of his fury as his claws came toward me again. Once again, I stepped sideways and dodged the attack. However, Marcus's claws slashed his own arm instead. Blood poured out of the deep gash in no time.

He thrust Scuderi to the ground halfway toward us. “Release my niece, now,” he ordered. Tristan chuckled. This was a trick. This had to be a trick. Tristan had said it himself: I was his. He owned me. Body and soul. He wouldn’t let me go. The worst was that deep down I hoped he wouldn’t—and not just because I didn’t want to live among the family I’d betrayed so horribly, but also because the idea that he could give me up so easily tore at me.

Tristan, who was armed with a firearm that contained silver bullets, thought it was a prank. "I am indeed very disappointed in you, uncle. But unfortunately, I'm not that bad of a person to kill my own uncle. After all, you are an Elder in this Pack, and I must accept all your decisions as an Elder. No matter how bad it is, you will still be my uncle, so have a good rest. ...." Tristan left the office after placing his silver revolver back in his pocket and lowering it. Tristan quickly became invisible to Vaskal Stein due to his long strides. Vaskal dropped his defense by retraction of his fangs and pointed nails as he no longer heard the sound of his nephew walking away.

“ I didn't. .” “Yes, you did “ Dominique's anger was pointless. At this point , I felt like I was on the receiving end of the aftermath of a bad dream or something. “You couldn't try it with me, so what did you do? You went for my aunt, didn't you? You couldn't get any from me so you tricked my aunt.” I shut my eyes tight as pain slashed through my chest. Aliyah. After trusting her again, she…. “Answer me, you wretched rat!”

Alpha Hunter preferred to die rather than bow down to whatever Flavius wanted him to do, and I had so much respect for him that he kept his promise to me even though he knew it would destroy him. “Can you... Can you both leave us for a second?” I asked the three of them. Troy seemed unhappy about it. His eyes were piercing as he glanced down at Alpha Hunter. “C’mon Lad. Let me show you the bathroom. I think Troy’s clothes fit well on you." Dad showed Treyton where he could clean himself and then served him a hot dinner, for which I was very thankful. I didn’t know how Treyton got Hunter out of the dungeons of Lester, but I had seen him fight, and his ability to change his physical features a

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying not to give into the temptation to haul her pretty ass out of his home and toss her out into the hallway, lock the door, and pretend he never saw her. "I'm going to change," Jester said, deciding that nothing good will come out of kicking out his mother's guest (he decided he could cope with Alisa's presence if he would only think of her as his mother's guest and not his stalker). He put the melons on the sink and stalked into his bedroom. He locked the door, turned on the lights, and collapsed onto his bed. "Musa," he growled, and immediately a lioness with bronze fur and red eyes appeared. "Explain to me what happened."

Agnes woke up startled. Sudden pain in her body made her wince. The legs seem to have been disassembled. The sensitive area between the legs is also painful. She looked around. This is not her bedroom. Agnes sat up hastily. She became bewildered. Her mind immediately remembered the frenzy of last night. Agnes went with friends to Bar In The Night to entertain. They play a game. When it was Agnes' turn, she lost. Her punishment was to seduce a man sitting at the next table.

“His name is Jackson. And he was the first person to see the flowers.” Tristan smirked. “I’ll try to be nice. Since he’s your friend now.” I rolled my eyes and turned away before his looks did something stupid to me. His hair was braided back, neat and deliberate. He knew what he was doing. He was seducing me. “So,” he continued, his voice shifting to something serious now. “That means you need my help. Wolves like this don’t stop when obsession starts.” My heart skipped. “Are you saying I have a stalker? Or… something worse... A pervert?”