Scorpio Homestuck Novels & Stories

"My sister and I had been shadow hunting for eight months when we met them. There were three of them. They offered their resources in return for ours. We didn't know they were Scorchers, we just knew we couldn't turn their food and light connections down. I was injured two months ago, saving us from two taken and they thought I was dying. They took us to one of their nests, fixed me up and sent me on my way." "And your sister?" "She stayed behind."

-Hey, that little body has fire inside- Dylan laughed -I hope my partner is not like that, it's like having two Serguei under the same roof- Steicer leaned against the frame. Cristián grabbed the cloth Louva threw at him and wiped the blood from his neck. The wound was not deep, but it did hurt and was intimately hot. He remembered the moment they made contact. It was only a second but their bodies vibrated claiming each other. Fate had made them for each other. It was written in their DNA and no matter how much they refused they could not ignore it.

Warren helped Theria to the built-in cot built into the wall of the Scald Crow, "How are you doing?" He asked with a voice filled with concern. She almost seemed to slide from his arms onto the hard sleeping surface. "The spade hood drew my power from me and stored it in the stone. I could feel the sickness beneath the glassy surface. I don't think the spade hood wants to let the witch out. I think it wants to go home. However, the more energy it feeds the stone, the stronger the witch gets. I don't think it even realizes what it's doing," Theria smiled and kissed him, "I forgot to say thanks for the rescue." Her hand caressed his face, and he leaned into it. The sensation felt like home whe

"No I'll stay here." "Serious, take it." He smiled. "Nope." I was still headstrong about it. " Take it." " Nope." " Take it." " Nope." " Take it." " Nope." It went on like that till I slept off on the couch. Nighty night Attracta. ** ** ** ** ** ** A loud banging came from the door and I jolted awake to see Scorpion running like a headless chicken as he hid his stashes inside the ceiling before putting in the loose board.

The air around them crackled with energy as the seal on the ancient text began to break. Ava gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain as the power of the Underworld pulsed through her. She could feel it—the connection growing stronger, the missing piece of her soul finally falling into place. With a final surge of energy, the altar cracked open, revealing a glowing scroll within. Ava collapsed to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Hayden was at her side in an instant, pulling her into his arms. “You did it,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

"You're making a mistake if you think the Whitlock Moonfang Dominion can survive an open war with the Greystone Pack," Stacey whispered, her human voice trembling as she stared into her empty mug. I shifted against the high-backed wooden chair of the border tavern, my full, rounded hips filling the seat in a way that always marked me as a human anomaly among the lean, razor-sharp wolf hybrids of Silvermoon Capital. My soft curves were a constant reminder to the Thorncroft Bloodline that I didn't belong in their fierce world, yet here I was, playing for the very life of the man who had claimed me.

“You’re serious? So now you're saying you love Catheryn?” “Why not? She’s the one who sacrificed so much for me.” “Bro, you’re out of your mind! Didn’t you say Catheryn trapped you in this relationship? If given the chance, would you file for annulment?” “Now let me tell you something, Pat. I won’t. I was wrong about Catheryn. She’s a kind woman who stayed with me at my lowest. And where was Eunice? Off in another country with another man. Do you really think I should go back to her now that she’s done playing with her husband?”

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?”

He answered the call and said, "Hey, Scorpion. Well, the fact that you're calling me means that you want something from me. I would have said it means you were injured, but you wouldn't be able to speak, which means that your boyfriend is the one injured, am I wrong?" "You want me dead, don't you?" she asked him. Stok laughed, "Of course not! Why would I want you dead? Listen, Scorpion, I want something else, and I'm guessing your boyfriend doesn't have much time left."

And yet, even as he radiated power, there was something about the way his eyes flicked to me, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he blinked. Then it hit me. A scent drifted across the room, faint but unmistakable, cedarwood and smoke, warm and sharp, seeping into my skin. My heart lurched, my wolf stirring from the fog of pain. Mate. The word brushed against my mind, soft but undeniable. Iris purred. "This handsome man… he’s ours" . I blinked at him, a flicker of something like recognition sparking even through the haze. My lips parted, but no sound came out.