Thief Of Time Homestuck Novels & Stories

“Wait-“ Just as I was about to protest, that familiar feeling of falling encompasses me. Time isn’t giving me any chance to prepare, as I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t have enough time to be angry at him, to curse at him. Slowly, I feel his hand pull away from mine, and suddenly my feet hit ground, a spike of pain travelling up through my shins to my knees. Concrete. I’ve landed at concrete. My eyes open, and I’m concealed by shadows, hidden behind some kind of table covered with boxes. It takes me a moment to get my bearings. Time is nowhere to be seen, until I lean past the table, seeing him. Except it’s not the Time from my era. This is a different immortal. Blinking a few times, my eyes

I acted like I'm investigating it even though I already know everything just for Heszhia to see that I figured it out by trying to investigate things about the time machine and gladly, she believed me when I told her everything about it and she was able to connect the dots and I'm right, it was really her father who did this again. We removed the thing that his father installed in us for I know that that's the reason why he can control the time machine and put us on where he wants us to go. I got amazed by how amazing his mind works but gladly, I was able to outsmart him and got back in our era with the answer that I've been trying to find. I'm right, it really is the Clepsydra that we need

“You know I like you so much, Kezziah.” Alden steps up, close to the barrier, but not close enough to step over the threshold. “You can cut the act now, you know. You’re not getting out of here.” Time doesn’t react to Alden in the slightest. “Now, I get this was a fun little project between you all, but I have things to do, and if you don’t let me go now, bad things will happen to everyone you know,” Time says, to which Thought laughs aloud. Time growls under this breath. “And you brother. Petty aren’t you, using other people just to get revenge on me.”

~Rose~ What the hell do I do? I already said that it was a mistake, that I hadn't intended on stealing anything. This was supposed to be the part where he let me go. But he wasn’t. He was holding a firm grip, so firm that it was stopping my blood flow. ”I think I should-” ”No.” ”You’re a pick-pocketer huh?” He said and stepped closer.

Hi! I want to write for this story more, but I don't have much time left and my priority right now is the Stolen alpha. But I did have some time last week, so here is chapter four. I find that if I don't write for a while I am taken out of the story and have a hard time writing for it. So I think once I do have time I just have to spend a few hours planning this storyline and typing some chapters before I can actually feel ready to publish.

Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly. "I have to go now too Tabitha. What time should I pick up you?" Keith laid his big hand on Tabitha's shoulder like a big brother. Not wanting to make Linda suspicious, Tabitha refrained from brushing off Keith's hands. Everything happened very quickly. Tabitha didn't have time to think, even though she didn't think she had spent the whole night with the boy. "Seven thirty," she heard herself answer and didn't even realize the words had come out of her mouth.

"I don't need to see the flip side. I saw the side he chose to show me. That's what's important." The old man smiled, and turned to leave, unintentionally dropping something from his pocket. "You left something." I said, making no move to pick it. "I don't leave things behind. I gave it to you." I sighed. "By throwing it down on the floor?" "You can step on it if you want," He said with a nonchalant shrug. His expression hardened however, as he pointed a finger at me, as if about to warn me. "But be careful. The threads of time are not to be stepped on like that. They can glitch too."

That was because no matter the reincarnated Thea or Yukia Dearnaley herself, they were all his wife, Thea Callahan. As he traversed through the passage, he could feel time seeping away at an accelerated speed. Though he entered the pathway in the Twelfth Universe’s Primeval Age, he realized that as he progressed, time was changing. Soon, he was back to the point in time where he fought against the Ursa. Upon arriving at this time, the flow of time returned to normal. He walked in the passage for a very long time. Soon, a glimmer of light appeared before him. Though the light was unusually small, it increasingly grew in size as James approached it. In the end, a vast world presented itself.

She had no time to explain and make him understand. “Wash up” She stood up “And wear something warm” She walked out of the darkness without turning back. The reason why the half breed was sulking up was not because of anyone, but his savage master, Hemon. He had begged Hemon to open the tree portal for him so he could get in there and turn back time before Thalia leaves the cave. He thought Hemon was lying about the part of getting stuck inside the black hole, so he wanted to try for himself. He wanted to do something, try anything to bring back Thalia, but Hemon ignored his plea.

His coat shimmered with a dull, leaden light that seemed to repel the static. "How are you moving?" Elara asked, her eyes narrowing. "I’m wearing 'Unrecorded Time', Elara. Moments that never happened, debts that were never signed. I’m a ghost in the machine," Holloway said, walking toward her. He looked at the frozen Vane, then at the statue of Mia. "The Steward didn't just pause the world. He triggered the Liquidation Sequence. In five minutes, this entire sector London, the Manor, your sister it all gets converted into raw energy to pay back the Ninth Circle’s losses."