Trickster Mode Homestuck Novels & Stories

The darkness inside Tristan’s mind was no longer silent. It dripped. *Drip. Drip.* It was the sound of a leaky faucet in a pitch-black, empty mansion. Each drop was a microscopic leakage of the Void, slipping past the heavy iron vault door he had constructed in his psyche. He stood before that mental door in the landscape of his subconscious. The thick, Aether-steel hinges were warped, bent outward by the sheer, catastrophic force of the energy he had channeled to lift the *Mammoth* over the Widow’s Cleft.

Through her heavy breaths she tried to coax herself, not believing he had done something so barbaric on her intimates. She tried to control her shudder, calming the tremors under his soothing caress, only that it lasted for a moment before landing another unexpected rough slap on her quivering pussy. Her head threw back in yet another scream, losing touch over the reality as the throbbing of her pussy became the only truth. She so desperately tried to close her shaking limbs that were on verge of giving up. He yet again smoothly rubbed her flesh, enjoying every second of her turmoil. He couldn't help but bent down to the level of her pussy to admire the view. Her head quickly snapped to wher

I picked up the nearest item from the rack, having no clue as to what it was. Anna grabbed it from me before putting it right back. "Sam, let you wander off on your own?" "Sure does. Even Mom lets me go." "Oh, now I know you are bluffing. Vivi wouldn't. You are just ten." "Exactly, ten not three. And I am not bluffing, she does." I didn't tell her that it was only a one-time thing or how I emotionally blackmailed her into letting me go or how the moment she did let me wander off I fell flat on my face or how ever since then she wouldn't let me go on my own.

He smirked and then said in a gritty voice, “That would be my cue to leave, my dear Princess, Freya. It really was such a pleasure to finally meet you. Your beauty and power are truly astonishing. I look forward to seeing you again very soon.” He then bowed again before vanishing out of the doorway. Crack… Crack… Crack… Crack… The sound of bones snapping and breaking filled the house as Tristan fell to the floor and immediately began to shift. He was shifting a lot quicker than he did earlier, and within a minute his fur covered muscles had ripped through his clothes, and his canines had extended from his newly formed jaw.

However, Maverick doesn’t move; instead, he tightens his hold on my hand as if to tell my father to try it. You’re becoming bold. I giggle inwardly, enjoying this side of Maverick. But one of these days that man is going to challenge you to a match. “Now,” Tristan announces, ending the awkward situation. “We see if Serenity’s blood can turn humans to wolves.” Grinning, he starts preparing a slide with my blood and then mixes in human blood. Immediately, memories of the other time he did such a thing come rushing back, and I can’t help but wonder if we will see the same thing happen.

Zac groaned. "What is a Trickster?" Hunter asked, and I remembered when the situation with Max occurred. "A Trickster is a witch, but not all witches are Tricksters. Tricksters are cunning creatures and can't be trusted. The only thing they care about is what benefits them." Zac answered. "Then why would she come here and leave without gaining anything in return?" Hunter asked. "I have a feeling she came here to tell us about the prophecy for a reason. When we first heard about it, she said it was in her interest to ensure the prophecy came true. I don't know what she wants, but we can worry about that later."

Lucian let out a particularly dark chuckle. I nodded. “Good point.” “Dark moon operates on the principle of conquering. My father was a conqueror. And his father before him. I don’t plan on taking every single territory in my wake but expanding and growing the pack into a powerhouse is a duty I have.” There was a small pause before he went on. “Tristan, operates on something slightly different. He also conquers other smaller packs and assimilates them into West Creak but his methods tend to be more twisted. What actually insighted my hatred towards him is when we busted one of his illegal trafficking rings. One of our pack members who’d been missing for weeks was found there. She’s too broke

I stared down at the assembly of wolves, their eyes wide with the predatory hunger I had once been foolish enough to mistake for kinship. "You're a scavenger, Xender," Tristan Blackmoor hissed, his hand clamped around my wrist with enough pressure to crush bone. "You stole from Tricia. You stole from this pack. Do you think we don't know what you are?" I didn't flinch. I twisted my arm, the movement fluid and predatory, and shrugged him off. I didn't care about the bruises forming on my skin. I cared about the truth.

Post after post, all painting the same picture: that I had cheated first, that he was just a brokenhearted man seeking comfort. This was Alaric's idea of "making me pay"? His little games had less sting than a mosquito bite. My best friend was furious but couldn't help laughing. "The best part? He buried himself. The old Alpha found out and put him on lockdown. Even issued a public statement — Alaric was the one who cheated, and your arranged mating was perfectly legitimate." I smiled. Not that the old Alpha even needed to intervene. Everyone knew Dorian was the chosen successor, and I was the pack's future Luna.

Trista’s POV I met her concerned eyes. She knew. She was partly asking me, partly telling me that she knew. She knew that Johnson was the white beast. There were no secrets between me and Hazel. We were best friends – sisters. So I nodded. “Yes,” I confirmed. “Oh Trista,” she said, clamping her hand over mine. We were both very worried, and it felt good to share this worry and burden with someone else. “He doesn’t know,” I told her. “Not really. I mean, he knows that he turned into some sort of beast. But he can’t…he can’t remember everything. He doesn’t know how strong and powerful he really was.”