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.

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.

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.

NOVA Rhy moves faster than I've ever seen him move. He becomes a literal blur. One second Roan was preparing for his so-called ritual, and the next... Rhy hits him so hard the sound exploded in the room like a grenade. Roan's head snaps sideways, blood spraying across the room. And Rhy doesn't stop. "Rhy—" My voice comes out weak. He slams Roan into the stone wall, his fists flying in brutal, merciless strikes. His eyes...gods—those eyes aren't the beautiful grey I knew. They have turned black. A void that wants destruction and nothing else.

The second he closes my door and leaves, I feel like I’ve been thrown into an icy cold sea and left drowning. Divan doesn’t even think of himself as fire, he likened himself to a black hole. What has he gone through to think that way? Who or what hurt him so badly that he won’t accept something that could potentially be good for him? /“Did you see his eyes?”/ my wolf, Ruby, asks me as she finally makes her appearance. Brown fur, silver eyes, small and lithe; she’s not a wolf made for battle but a wolf descended from a royal bloodline.

“But-“ “Hey!” We look up, my hand slipping out of his grasp, and standing there with some kid I’ve never seen before is Rob. Must be the new kid, then. The two of them are about the same height, and he’s just as lanky as Rob, but that’s where the similarities end. His skin is a lot lighter, and it’s obvious he doesn’t have a drop of anything in his blood. He’s the type of white that burns in the shade, but when he looks up from the floor, I see that it contrasts his blue eyes. Newbie’s dressed nicely as well – a gold watch glints from his wrist as he gives us a little wave. He’s casually wearing white Air Force 1s that took me a month’s wages to get the same pair. He’s definitely got money t

Bella Risa furrowed her brows, letting go of the hand that was pressing down on the wound. Raph Conrad looked at the scratch on Bach My's neck. He approached her, the wound didn't look deep, and the blood flowed non-stop. Bella Risa's skin is very white, so the wound looks a bit creepy. Bella Risa did not dare to look at her wound, so she closed her eyes tightly.