Beacon Rwby Novels & Stories

I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

The fierce wolves have created chaos in the forest by attacking and predating innocent animals and creatures. As Becky reached near the Red Moon Zone, she tries to enter the zone, where Red Moon has throwing meteors, but she was hit with strong thunder. Becky falls back with a strong force and hits her head on the rock. Her head starts to bleed and she winced with immense pain. “AAa… My head”

Rowan is actually barefoot for once, coffee mug abandoned, letting Riku and Aki try to teach him an oni drinking game he’s definitely losing. Seventeen. I thought it would feel bigger. It feels… quiet. Like the crown above my heart finally stopped spinning and just settled. Like the valley exhaled and decided it likes the way I fit. Remy’s lips brush my ear. Remy (soft): “Happy birthday, storm queen.” He slips something into my left twin tail (the second blackbird bead Lena gave me last month, now threaded on a thin silver chain so it rests beside the first). Two beads now.

The surviving Fangs filled the halls with groans, curses, and the metallic stench of blood. Supplies were scarce and tempers were shorter. Raven moved like a ghost through the rooms, patching wounds where Sabrina guided her, avoiding the stares that followed her every step. Her wolf prowled beneath her skin, moving around as she showed how restless and agitated she was. The bond pulsed stronger here, as if Axel were closer and it felt too close. Late that night, she found Reed outside, leaning against his bike, smoke from his cigarette curled into the moonlight.

I have another: don’t try to keep one. “This was fun,” I sigh. A smile ghosts over Bear’s mouth. “I meant for us to end up in bed.” “It’s okay,” I murmur, stroking his short hair. “We have plenty of time.” I say it before I remember it’s not true. * * * Round 4 “You’re quiet.” Sawyer grabs a bag of gear out of the back of his Jeep and catches my hand, pulling me toward the beach. “I’m wearing a bikini. In public.”

“Auburn hair, long as fire, eyes blue. Small hands, delicate, a voice that trembles when she protests. If she is here, I will see her dragged before me.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Mothers clutched their daughters closer, men exchanged anxious glances. A few darted looks toward the paths leading to the forest—the very path Ryker had taken. Rae saw the glances, too. With a forceful shake of his cane, he barked, “Look at your boots, fools! You’ll damn us all with your eyes.” The villagers flinched, dropping their gazes, but the damage was done. Sawyer had followed their eyes. His smile curved like a drawn bow.

We use horses to get us where we are going, and although it takes a while, when we reach, I barely build my concerns on the time we spent journeying. “Gentlemen! Welcome to Beacon!” Four werewolves greet us at the border, they’re Betas. I know the one speaking, he’s a senior at the private school I go to, Beacon High. “We were selected by the Lycan Alpha to guide you through this glorious town of ours!” “The omega will lead the way, you all would follow her closely as she follows us,” The other Beta speaks. I don’t know him, he is more mature and diplomatic.

Rose smirked, “Why? You are already missing him?” Bee flushed red as she waved her hand, “No! I am just worried...” Rose smiled before waving the girl a good night and disappearing into her room. After dinner Bee ran back to her room and looked at the road through her window; she was foolishly waiting for him to return even though she knew that he won’t be back tonight. She picked up a white bunny which was her current favourite plushie, hugging it to her neck she asked, “Bunny, do you he will come back?”