Thief Of Time Homestuck Novels & Stories

Tiara said as the demon took the book out of her hand with a smirk on his face, his gaze fell on the book and his smirk widened. “now this is what I’m talking about'' the demon said as faced the guards and Thorne as he started whispering the spell under his breathe and he was able to focus long enough to get the spell right because few minutes later the floor were the guards and Thorne were standing started opening up and each of them started falling in one by one, Thorne was able to jump back in time for the floor to close up leaving just a handful of soldiers and him left at the bottom of the stairs.

‘They are not looking, the bathroom in 5 minutes.’ Those were the messages I lived for. Chisomo worked as hard as he played. Played I mean sex. He always had condoms starched in weird places. At first I was shy to carry them but then I got used to our Stolen Moment that I didn’t want to miss any opportunity.

Henry and Karen went upstairs—no one spared me a second glance. My body ached as if it were falling apart. I clung to the wall and crawled back to my room. In the mirror, a twenty-year-old face was paired with a fifty-year-old body—absurd, terrifying. I stretched out my dried, brittle hand and, with yellowed nails, carved deep into my arm. The sharp sting came immediately, and red marks bloomed. I repeated it over and over until my arms were streaked in red and my strength was spent. Then I slept.

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

On our seventh mating anniversary, my Alpha mate, Ronan Thorne, abandons me once again for his secretary, Evelyn Stone's sake. This time, I don't kick up a fuss at all. Instead, I calmly draw out a silver dagger in hopes of ending my life. The moment the tip of the dagger is pressed against my neck, I feel someone grab my wrist all of a sudden. "Why are you hurting yourself? Who broke your heart?" I looked up in a daze, only to see the 18-year-old version of Ronan.

“I never said I stopped thinking.” His eyes flashed at that. Thinking, to him, had always been a liability. A malfunction. “This is not a committee decision,” he said. “This is my family. My name. My timeline.” “My body,” I said before I could stop myself. His fingers dug harder. I felt the bones of my wrist protest under the pressure. “Do not reduce this to something petty. You think I do not see what you are doing? You are drifting. You are pulling away. And now I know why.”

She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–” In the very next second, a bucket of freezing, dirty water would be splashed over her head, or a wooden staff would strike her heavily across the back. Whenever she managed to look up, planes could frequently be seen flying high across the sky above the manor. However, Vanessa was blind now, and she couldn’t see them. In this lifetime, it was impossible for her to ever “travel back” again. Ho

It was proof that the eighth node was alive, quietly stabilizing the fractured threads of human history. "My grandfather used to tell me that time is like water," Anaya said, her voice turning firm and resolute. "You can dam it, you can divert it, but you can never truly own it. Chronomos spent eighty years stealing humanity's memories and altering history to preserve their own empire. That ends tonight." She pointed to a rusted iron ladder in the corner of the junction, leading straight up into the sub-flooring of the abandoned watchmaker's shop. "Let's move," Anaya commanded. "It's time to show the world the truth."

She smiled, that was why she was drinking and she was drunk, but he hoped that his kindness had made a small difference in her life. Florence pointed towards the restroom, indicating her intention to use the facilities. The stranger nodded, understanding her gesture. As she accidentally left her phone on the table, he watched her carefully, hoping that she would not take it with her. To his relief, she did not. He waited until she was out of sight, then quickly reached for his wallet. He pulled out a small, inconspicuous item and slipped it into her phone case. He worked quickly, his movements precise and efficient. In just ten seconds, he had completed his task, the small item now hidden wi

The Memory Devourer hovered menacingly before us, its shadowy form pulsating with an unsettling aura. The Fractured Stone, the key to restoring the balance of time, hung suspended in the air, glowing with a flicker of hope. "You cannot stop me," the Memory Devourer hissed, its voice a dissonant harmony of lost memories. "I've feasted on countless histories and shaped them to my will." Richard clenched the Hourglass of Eternity, a determined glint in his eyes. "We won't let you control the Fractured Stone or manipulate time any longer."