Black Rwby Novels & Stories

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.

His wings were fading from the deep black raven color to pale gray with streaks of white on it. "What the fuck happened." Rain finally voiced his words. "The crawlers, I think he was poisoned..."

“I’m waiting.” He held his hands up defensively. “Okay, Okay, easy.” He ran a hand through his blonde locks and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’re leaving and it’s not your concern... but... in four days Landon is stepping down as Alpha and they’re holding a contest. Rune and I are competing.” In Blackwater, the Alpha of the pack wasn’t determined by some birthright, but by the strength and worthiness of the wolf. Only the most powerful and most honorable was allowed to lead the pack to glory.

He blew into it and exhaled the smoke. "Why do I have a ring Rhyker?" I asked with a frown on my face, my mind was honestly wishing that he proposed to me to be his fiancée. Deep down, I know it isn't true. "Think about Hemilia, what does the red ruby mean for Rosla?" He laughed and picked up his coffee mug, I frowned even deeper and looked at the ring that had a small ruby in the middle. Rubies in Rosla are really important and it meant for—

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

She is weird since before but it is giving her goosebumps seeing her stared towards her like there is something wrong. Catalia is a smart but a weird girl. She is always wearing a black shirts and pants partnered with her usual black boots. She also bring her books often. She doesn't have friends even if she is kind, maybe it's not really her who is unfriendly but the people around them is just so toxic and hard to bear. Catalia's stare remained but Sashi chose to ignore her and continued walking. It is already 6 o'clock when Sashi got home. She also already received a text message from Carl that they are on the way.

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

None of the guests had even laid eyes on Sephora as of yet, which would both be of use and a hindrance. Under the cover of darkness, the old housekeep helped Sephora fly the unconscious werewolf, still in human form, back up to the castle from the Nobles' Section. Ravens were almost invisible at night thanks to the colour of their wings; the nobler, the more effective this was. Its uses increased with rank and ability, and why for ravens, a mate with pure black wings and eyes, and… really anything dark, was so highly sought after.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

She gave him a smirk, "Enjoy your day off." Ravyn disappeared in a storm of shadows before he could even give a reply. Now standing alone in the gardens overshadowed by the opal palace, Ravyn was dressed head-to-toe in black. Her ebony waves of hair, fell across her shoulders, shielding her ears from the cold chilly wind that rustled through the trees. Her eyes were brushed with dark powder, her lips painted a dark blood red, the only colour that wasn't her deep blue eyes. The wind blew gently again, arousing the dark sheer fabric of her dress to billow and plum around her. Her long thick sleeves keeping her arms warm, but the low revealing design of the back, did nothing to stop the shiver