Black Rwby Novels & Stories

“The air here is amazing!” She smiles. “There are many beautiful butterfly here today than last time!” she talks to herself. She decided to rest under a beautiful tree. Immediatdiately she sat down, something fell by the left side of the tree. She quickly jumps up. She screams. “Eh...Cor, corpse!” She started to feel dizzy. “A handsome person,” She walks closer to the man that way looking dead on the floor. He looks really handsome his hair is a shade of coffee brown and it's very long like the length of her hair.

Her gaze became incredibly serious as she continued whispering to Roselle. "It is said that all werewolf royal family in the past since the beginning of time has that distinct feature of having raven black hair and their eyes are the colour of the cold grey moon." Said Tina and Roselle immediately frown. The emperor, the crown prince and the princess all had a sapphire blue eyes and blond hair. Now that Roselle thought about it, she had yet to see a werewolf with raven black hair and moon-like grey eyes except Romeo. Even within the crowd of Werewolves who were at the imperial palace, she never saw anyone with black hair except her husband.

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

Ravi said again, gently running his fingers through Raymond's already disheveled hair. If Raymond hadn't come to help him then, Ravi wouldn't know what his condition would have been like, or he might have even died from the excruciating pain. Ravi's hand trailed over the soft feathers on Raymond's folded wings, instantly causing Raymond to close his eyes. "Why do you have black wings among the others?" Ravi grew curious, his hand unable to stop stroking Raymond's increasingly soft and gentle wings against his skin, the soothing scent of chocolate beginning to envelop him, enticing Ravi to close his eyes and follow what Raymond was doing.

said Raven. Raven then started tracking the men responsible for shooting the warriors. And the moment he located them, he engage in battle with them and destroyed their weapons. His Deltas, Camus and Conan Barrett, are also present, helping him fight. The twins are skilled in hand-to-hand combat and have received extensive training in using weapons to defend themselves against an enemy. Concurrently, Synth and Drago spotted the unconscious Lucien on the ground. "What the f*ck happened to him?!" Drago asked.

He swooped her in his arms as he dashed ahead deeper into the forest. "I am so sorry, I never wanted to use this effect on you… this is the beast you call your fiance, this was the reason why I disappeared, I never wanted you to see me like this, "He said softly, running faster than light and heading south away from their previous position. Soon, two figures appeared where they were earlier and scanned their touch light on the floor, a trace of blood was on the floor, and there were footsteps on the floor too like they were struggling.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

His gray eyes scanned the tree line, every muscle coiled and ready for violence. Then the black Range Rover came into view, and the tension bled out of his shoulders. "Noir," he muttered, his hand dropping from the weapon. The SUV pulled up near the cottage, and Noir climbed out looking annoyed. His long hair had come loose from its tie, dark strands whipping around his face in the wind. He moved to the back of the vehicle and started pulling out bags, his movements sharp and efficient. "You two going to help or just stand there looking tragic?" he called out, not even glancing our way.

The shift in the air, a heaviness in my chest, they all made sense. The crowd parted like the sea itself bowed to him as he walked towards the forefront and stood. Alpha Ryker Blackthorn. Tall, powerfully built. Dressed in pitch-black leathers that fit like they were tailored to wrap around death itself. His hair was midnight-dark, tousled like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes, gods, those eyes were carved from winter. No warmth, no flicker of curiosity, just ice and piercing. He was beautiful, sinfully handsome.