Trickster Mode Homestuck Novels & Stories

Voice shaking. “I offer myself. My mind, my blood, my soul. Take it. Use it. Let me be your mouth, your blade, your flame.” A tremor rocked the sanctum. Dust fell from the ceiling. The glyphs pulsed darker now—like bruises pressed deeper. Nihareth said nothing. But something entered Tristan. A sliver. A thread. Cold, endless, hungry. It wound through his chest, through his spine, until his body stopped being his at all. He arched, breath leaving his lungs in a single, euphoric sob.

I don't want any visitors. Stupid feelings. Stupid bond. Stupid tribrids!

I look up and watch his chest rise and fall twice before he continues, “Pixie’s aren’t particularly magical, but they can cast curses and spells on Tricksters, likewise Tricksters like messing with Pixie’s because of that fact. It’s just how it’s always been.” “Just because it’s how it’s always been doesn’t mean you have to be rude to Gecko, he’s been really helpful the past few days.” I strategically avoided showing him what I was writing, but that information seemed insightful and even though I was unlikely to forget it, I wanted to keep a record of it. Truthfully I wanted to ask him what a Trickster even was.

"Well done! Trash like her needs to be taught a lesson. Everyone, line up and take your turn slapping her." At his words, Bianca's mother and her relatives were the first to move. The sound of slap after slap echoed in the air. Bianca stood to the side, covering her mouth to hide her laughter, then shouted, "Bitch! This is what you get for going after someone else's boyfriend!" Maverick pulled her in and kissed her in front of everyone. "'I'm so lucky to have you on my side." My face throbbed with pain, swelling with each hit. I kept struggling to explain that the property transfer was fake, but no one would listen.

He didn’t just stick his nose where it didn’t belong—he wedged his whole obnoxious personality into my life and invited himself to ruin it. Heat spiked beneath my skin, crawling all the way to my ears. My hands curled into fists so tight my nails practically branded my palms. And then—of course—my left eye started its signature twitch. Perfect. The universal sign that I was one second away from committing a felony. And there he stood. Tristain. Smirking like the villain in my autobiography. Like he knew exactly what he’d done. Like he had planned this. Like he was proud of it. I wanted to launch him into the nearest fountain.

With just one thrust I pushed almost all my length in her and I could feel her walls tighten. I started moving harshly, grabbing her hair and slamming into her without mercy. "Tell me Laura, how many… guys have you… sucked the way you sucked on me?" "Ahhh… Steve…" She moaned out loud as she grabbed the sheets under her. "Answer me Steve?" I asked, changing position and I lifted her legs on my shoulders to continue slamming into her. "Only… only you Steve… Ahhh fuck… Ohhh take me more Alpha ." She screamed and I was satisfied because I'm having her all to myself and she just called me Alpha .

Alessa smiled, "He's good at smuggling stuff... He can get us a fence in just a snap. You we're good friends. Na-a-out of place nga ako sa inyo palagi noon, nung magkakasama pa tayo sa Troika –" "Baka kasi ayaw niya lang na sumama sa 'tin. Baka... Ayaw niya rin akong kasama," pag-amin ni Lucas, "Ayokong ipahiya ang sarili ko, Alessa. Mas pikon ka pero mas madali kang suyuin. Hindi hamak na mas matigas ang bungo ni Jackson."

Think! I should open the window, and if I feel anything, then it has to be the reality. Thinking about how and why I got here would be futile. I should just imagine I transferred to a new world like the shows and animes I've watched! That's right! I got Isekaid! Although I didn't meet Truck-sama, I'm still grateful! "Please open the door." The voice whispered again, but I ignored it. Instead, I trusted my own instincts. If I open the window, then it should b-

Alex jumped, nearly spilling his satchel. “Was that..?” “Trisha,” I said before he could finish. “She’s in stealth mode today. Decided she wanted to train like a shadow assassin.” “Oh, come on,” he groaned. “She has a foam sword now. I’d run.” As if summoned, the front door burst open and Trisha rolled across the floor like a feral tumbleweed in a pink tunic and war paint on her cheeks. Her eyes locked on Alex, narrowed in deadly focus.

I cried. “Can you bring My Family home?” Another growl. I stuttered, forgetting about my bad bitch composure, “No, but I can help you conquer Dark Moon Pack as you’ve always desired.” Upon hearing my words, his shoulder tensed and his eyes shifted back to their number color after a minute of what I assumed was an internal debate between him and his wolf. Alpha Tristan returned to his less emotional self and he queried, “You can?” Confidently, I answered, “Yes, I can.”