Black Rwby Novels & Stories

He brushed it away a few times and the sight of it made Rain’s fingers twitch. She wanted to be the person to do that. Maybe she would finally know his hair was as soft as it seemed…maybe run her fingers through it a little. He wore a black suit, looking just as deadly as he always did…heavens with a daily dose of such a visage daily, Rain was pretty sure she would die a happy death.

But to me, it is another step ahead. I run back to the direction Kendra ran to, and I see an auburn wolf with white patches on the fur and tail, fighting with a black wolf with brown spots all over it. The auburn colored one is definitely Kendra. I can tell that. She has red eyes too because technically, she is a rogue. People say auburn means loyalty and white means kindness. Well, the both colors suit her.

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

'They are half Lycan,' Rave said. 'But they don't have green eyes,' I said in confusion. 'I need to show you something. Look in the mirror,' Rave said and I did. I was surprised to see my eyes as the same shade of color as that of the former Luna. I stumbled and nearly fell. 'What is this Raven?' I asked from my bent position as I stared at my emerald green eyes in the mirror. 'That is the color of a high-breed wolf. You can only attain that color when you shift. So also the twins,' Rave said as my eyes suddenly returned to normal. ' Stand up Roman is on his way here,' Rave said and closed the link.

She had boots on, ones she was quickly getting off her feet. She was nothing like me, where her hair was jet black, I was a red head, and while she had smooth tan skin without a blemish in sight, my checks were peppered in freckles. She had sultry brown eyes and I had green doe eyes. She had pouty lips and I had thin lips "I'm sorry" I murmured.

Dawn had just broken when the sound of footsteps began echoing softly through the mist-covered forest. Against the pale sky, the rising sun glowed a deep crimson, like an unhealed wound, casting the entire group in a muted golden hue. After that long night, even though Lyra had confessed everything openly, Raven still insisted on carrying her on his back that morning. Simply because he couldn’t bear it. Just the sight of her riding on the back of another male wolf stirred a surge of irrational, primal rage in his chest.

Raven let Shadow flood outward, a roar tearing from her throat as gold light exploded within the darkness, tearing it apart, shredding the void. The Wraith staggered, shadows peeling away from him, his control faltering. Outside, Ragnar saw the darkness crack, golden light bursting through as Raven’s eyes opened, blazing like twin suns. Shadowstorm’s warriors felt it—a pulse of power that steadied their hearts, cleared their minds. The Wraith roared in rage, darkness trying to swallow the light, but Raven’s Shadow only grew brighter. Raven stepped forward, eyes locked on The Wraith, Shadow swirling around her like a living storm.

Ryu turned to me, blood streaking his cheek, and his eyes—those deep, wild eyes—met mine. “We end this here, or we’ll be running forever,” he said. I nodded once. We wouldn’t run. We would rise. From above, the thunderclouds broke open, and a sudden downpour began. Rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking the sands of the arena, washing away blood but not the tension. The storm felt almost symbolic—cleansing and chaotic. Ryu’s wolf eyes glinted under the lightning as he stalked forward, every muscle tense. I followed at his side, no longer a victim, no longer a prisoner. I was Samantha Blackthorn, daughter of fire, and the storm wasn’t just around me—it was inside me.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.