Beacon Academy Rwby Novels & Stories

“I’m the healer.” Brian’s expression shifted slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You?” His eyes narrowed as he studied her again, this time with more interest. “You’re Becca. The Luna. The important one?” Becca didn’t blink. “I’m also the one who can make sure your wolves don’t bleed out after they cross the wrong line.” Brian chuckled. “Feisty.” His voice dropped, almost fond. “Now I see what he sees.” Mira immediately moved fast without thinking, stepping between them again.

That was all I needed. These footsteps were heavier. More than one. The rock mouth opened. Ruby came through first. Ryder’s daughter. Twenty years old, black hair, her father’s eyes. She was supposed to be at the academy. Studying. Safe. Instead she was here, in the dark, with dirt on her cheek and a knife on her hip. She didn’t look scared. She looked angry. Behind her, Adrian. My second. My blade. He was tall, bald, scarred from his temple to his jaw where a wolf had tried to take his face off ten years ago. He’d killed the wolf with his teeth. He wore black, no armor. He didn’t need it.

And above there the evening sky is orange as a contrast background. Jake, Uncle Brent and Reagan had arrived a long time ago, and it took us thirty minutes of walking to get there. The others apparently were also in Tanah Abu, I saw Alpha Thomas and Sam who were the regulators of today's duel. Several dozen werewolves that I didn't recognize were also present, most of them must have come in their werewolf forms because most of the men were still bare-chested.

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

At the center of the group was a boy who made her stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with fear. He was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair that fell just above his eyes. He was talking to someone, but his gaze was fixed on Maya and when their eyes met, she felt that same warmth she’d felt when she’d shifted, spreading from her hands up to her chest. A silver chain with a wolf’s head pendant peeked out from under his shirt – exactly like the one in her grandma’s box. “Who’s that?” Maya asked, trying to sound casual. Zara followed her gaze and grimaced. “Ryder Blackwood. He’s the Alpha of the academy pack. And before you ask …yes, he’s as serious as he looks. And yes, he knows

she began, cheeks tinting pink, “I might have a major crush.” I froze, then practically shot off my bed. “Wait, hold up.. WHAT?!… Who??!” My voice went embarrassingly high, but I didn’t care. My excitement bubbled over like a shaken cola soda bottle that had menthol inside. She bit her lip, her blush deepening. “Kael’s beta. His name is Rowan.” My jaw dropped. “Rowan?! As in Rowan Rowan? The guy who acts like the whole academy is his personal stage? That Rowan? The one who looks like if he had the chance he’d beat Seraphina to a pulp Rowan or another Rowan?”

She felt him flinch, unfamiliar with the display of physical affection, but he quickly relaxed in her hold and beamed as he held her back tightly. “Congrats, my brother.” Beast boomed with joy, his arm resting naturally around Carissa’s waist. “I’m happy you got your happy ever after like the rest of us. But we need to focus on the task, everyone.” Beast turned to the growing crowd, and then his gaze rested on Raven. “Do you have everything you need, Raven?” Raven tightened her posture and stepped forward with pride. “I do, and I think I can make their timeline work.”

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I ask, feeling nervous all over again. “Yep,” Beckett replied, gathering my bags for me. “What’s your first class of the day?” “Uhh... Angel and Demonic studies.” I replied as I grabbed my schedule out of my bag. “Ah, looks like you’ll be seeing Samael today after all,” Beckett responded. “Aphelion and I will show you the way. It’s near our sparring class.” I felt my stomach start to tighten, my nerves getting the best of me. Great, not only was I going to be attending my first class at Divine academy, but I would be doing so with the one mate who can’t seem to stand me.

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.