Libra Homestuck Novels & Stories

Had it not been for Lucian's soothing presence in my mind, I would have shifted and ripped apart whatever I could have laid my hands on. Lucian was aware of my mood, so he sighed, kept aside his drink and opened his arms as soon as I reached home. I immediately walked to him, looped my arms around his waist, and sniffed deeply. Taking comfort in his warmth. He hugged me close. Resting his chin on top of my head. I briefly closed my eyes and thanked Luna once again for my mate. Then I broke the hug, took the glass of whiskey and finished it in one swig.

he declared, his voice firm. Gideon ruffled Liam's hair affectionately, his eyes twinkling with pride. "This young one lost his family to a rival pack. But he's grown so much already. Just look at his muscles." On cue, Liam struck a pose, flexing his biceps in a display that most grown men would envy. "See?" he asked, a spark of hope in his eyes. Understanding the reaction he sought, Avla gasped audibly, her eyes widening in playful astonishment. Liam's face lit up, and he burst into a fit of giggles before leaping into Marcus's welcoming arms.

His jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth would crack. “It’s not possible,” Kael snapped. “You’re lying.” Lucian let out a small laugh, the kind that didn’t hold any humor. “Am I?” he asked. “You of all people should know how mate bonds work, Kael.” I shook my head slowly. My chest felt tight. “No,” I said. “That’s not true. You rejected me. You broke the bond.” Lucian’s eyes softened, and that only made it worse. “I rejected you emotionally,” he said. “But the bond itself? It was never fully severed. That’s the truth, Lyra. No matter how much you deny it.”

Innocent people were trapped inside a war they never asked for. Lucian did not get to decide what belonged to me. I lifted my chin. “You tried to take my home,” I told him. “You injured my people. That makes this fight mine.” Lucian laughed. The sound rolled over the square, cold and mocking. “I have already taken this land,” Lucian replied, spreading one hand towards the burned houses, the chained wolves, the fallen banners, the conquered Alphas. “Look around you, little half-blood. You arrived after the crown had already touched the ground.”

I lost my home, everything, all at once. “Hey there, Strega!” I froze as I walked into my room, my heart skipping a beat. Luca was already there, standing up from my bed, his presence an unwelcome intrusion. The sight of him sent a chill down my spine, a reminder of the turmoil that had taken over my life. I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, his grip firm and unyielding. “Have you given any thought to my offer?” “Screw you!” I spat at him, my voice trembling with anger and fear as I struggled to pull away. I knew Luca wouldn’t back down, his confidence and audacity infuriating. “Why now?”

Sophie gave me a smile but didn’t ask questions. Few of my colleagues texted, asking if I’m okay? I ignored their messages cause none of it mattered anymore. That night, I was alone in my small apartment as usual, I placed the stolen book on my bed and opened it under the soft glow of a lamp. It’s time to rewrite my ending. The pages shimmered. Lucian appeared before me, completely free of the library’s time limits. “Did you…steal me?!” he said, he was shock. He stepped closer, touching my face as if he still couldn’t believe it. “What have you done, my love?”

Taking a swift look around and Jake swiftly rushed away from the scene with a certain person in mind. ... Author's N/B: The two books above 'Luna's rise' and 'Lonely with a beast' are two new books I'm working on. Drop comments if you're interested in having it published on this platform.

"And then we grew up," Layla continued, "You and Ethan became mates and I let you make your decisions. When you suddenly changed and told me that they had betrayed you and you wanted them dead, I supported you. I felt terrible for you. I couldn't imagine what they put you through. I helped you steal the Grimoire. And when you...," She stopped for a second, her breath heavy, "When you returned and told me we would soon be leaving the True North Pack, I still didn't question it. Not because you're the Mother of Werewolves or whatever, but because you were my friend and I trusted you. I trusted that you were smart and you had my best interest at heart, too. That's why I never said anything. Tha

I say rubbing my fingers down Erebus’s chest placing myself between him and Lucian. Looking right past me, Erebus glares at his brother. “No, I am talking about what Lucian said,” Erebus asks in a calm tone. “Are you… gay?” “I should go,” I spit out, but Lucian grabs me by the arm and forces me to sit beside him on the bed. “Please stay,” he says gently, and I pat his hand that is still wrapped around my arm. “Erebus, the warrior that was killed by Ella’s grandmother is… was my mate.” Lucian hold his head high and speaks clearly.

“If I can access its code—” “You’d have to get close.” Aiden’s jaw tightened. “Close to her.” The false Lyra spread her arms. “Come home, Lyra. You know you never really left.” --- Lyra walked toward the porch. Each step was war. Her pulse hammered. The air grew heavy with three wasted years. Aiden moved with her. A shadow at her back. Not holding her back. Just staying. Present. Us. The false Lyra smiled. “That’s it. Remember your place. The grateful Luna. The obedient—”