Apathy Rwby Romane & Geschichten

"I will not repeat myself again. Forget to use my title, and you will live to regret it. Now go, were done here." I couldn't hear the words that left Alyssa's lips, nor did I notice her confused glance towards the forest line. I could however hear the choked sob that left her lips. The old Raelynn felt sorry for her, the new me couldn't care less. What did she expect after all? A man who rejected his mate harbored no warm feelings for anyone. What made her think she was any different, that she was special when his own mate was not? I did not glance her way as she left, completely rooted in place by Atlas's eyes. "Are you going to come out, kitten? Or will I have to chase you down?" Atlas's v

I said with a stubborn tone. Bronyium (ghost) was amazed “I’m amazed to see father been a bit stubborn for the first time” said Bronyium (ghost) “I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO SEE OR HEAR MY LOVED ONES OR MY FRIENDS PASS AWAY AND I DON’T LIKE IT AT ALL BUT WE MOVED ON BECAUSE MY FRIENDS ARE ALWAYS IN MY HEART AND WATCHING ME FROM THE HIGH HEAVENS!” I shouted as anger began to rise “father…” Twilily was surprised to see me angry for the first time “I’M GETTING SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE BEING NICE TO ONE PERSON BUT NOT BEING NICE TO ANOTHER PERSON! YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS HAVE BEING NICE TO BRONYIUM WHILE I HAD THE OPPOSITE BECAUSE OF MY MENACING APPEARANCE, LOOK I NEVER DID ANYTHING MEAN, RUTHLESS OR R

I explain, turning my head away from him, feeling ashamed. He pulls my chin up with one finger to look at him. I continued. “When I woke up, I felt normal. I got up and walked home as nothing happened. When I arrived, my mother was in the kitchen doing the dishes from supper, and my father sat at the table looking through the day’s newspaper. My brother, who was only 16 at the time, came downstairs to grab a drink, and it hit me. My throat was on fire, but not like I was dying for water. It was much more intense.” I tell him as I glance back down to the floor. He looks at me with his complete attention. I continue as I stare off. “Maverick, I’m not a good person. that night changed me. I att

The water always stopped a foot before her and she did not even get splashed. "Adrian, your turn. Attack her with your full force. Don't go easy on her, have some control over your emotions," Elizabeth ordered me and I had to clench my jaw and my fists to have control over myself. What was wrong with them? Why did I have a feeling that they were suddenly against Rayne? Why the sudden change of a heart? I knew Rayne was immune to all of that, that's why I gave it my all when I directed the fire towards her and I was right; she remained untouched.

Ruby can’t wear the mask she’s been wearing for a long time because it’s been cracked since Alex’s arrival, and now it’s broken. Ruby never lamented her fate, she never regretted anything or wanted anything. She never cried over anything, not even the death that was waiting for her, she never feared or hated it one bit. But after meeting Alex, it changed her. She started hating her life and regretted a lot of things. In fact, she feared many things, including the deaths she had received. It’s all because Ruby has fallen in love. Since their first meeting, Ruby has fallen in love and that is the thing, she regrets the most. ***

By the time I pulled up outside the building, I could feel my nerves winding tighter and tighter, unsure of what I’d find on the other side of the door. Half an hour after leaving Lydia’s place, I was standing outside the apartment. I took a deep breath and knocked. I heard footsteps on the other side, and when the door opened, Ruby stood there, looking more shocked than anything. At least for a moment. Her face quickly shifted from surprise to anger, her eyes narrowing at me, and I braced myself for the inevitable storm. But then, something else happened. She seemed to pull back, her expression going blank, like she didn’t care. It was the apathy in her eyes that hurt the most.

She became paler and weaker every day as she slit her wrist and gathered her blood to use for the spell. She had died once due to overworking but when she woke up, the answers came to her and she perfected the spell. She was able to figure out that hate is not the opposite of love but apathy therefore she had to gather the essence of someone who lacks empathy or human emotions and the only ones who possess such traits are the dead. She made a bargain with Serapis the necromancer. The warlock is reasonable enough to give her the manifestation of apathy but for a fair price. He knew of her immortality so he asked for nine of her lives which Ruby willingly gave even if it meant that she had to

Yaya says, fighting back tears. “He’s not like what? Evil enough to take an innocent life. Like brother, like sister,” Saph fumes. Before another word can be said, Saph helps the doctor guide Ruby into a room. Archie’s face is contorted into a look of extreme rage. Yaya looks like she is nearing a breaking point; her orange eyes are shiny with unshed tears. I should grab Saph and make her apologize, but fuck everyone else’s feelings right now. All I care about right now is Ruby. Nothing else matters right now except my daughter.

She was trying so hard to make me listen to her, but it was nonsense. I smiled bitterly. "You just focus on that until you don't notice anything." My gaze flickered, losing its focus without any object in sight. "You obviously don't know who Atlas is. He is a man who dislikes frivolous and weak things, while I am what he dislikes. So what nonsensical conclusions are you telling me?" Rory only feels what she wants to feel, while I have my own views and considerations. I was sure Atlas wasn't as he said because I saw and knew him.

I, Beta Atlas Redding, reject you, Ruby Angelo, as my mate.” These words kept playing in Ruby’s head as she stared at the roof of her room. She hated herself, she hated her life—her life sucked. Beta Atlas was her mate, but as soon as he found out, he was… disgusted, furious, and he had outrightly rejected her, in front of everyone. Her stepsister had no issues. Her mate had accepted her without a second thought, obviously smitten with her, but she had been rejected. The word sounded traumatic to her.