Carmine Rwby 소설 & 이야기

I greet the Alpha, Raymond, and my eyes settle on his daughter, Carmine, who has been staring at Lucas ever since we walked out of the den to welcome them. “You’re early,” I give him a sharp smile. “Well,” Raymond is a handsome man, but as he wraps his arm around his daughter’s shoulders, I can tell that he is a doting father as well. “Carmine was very anxious to get here. This is the first time she’s leaving the den. With the situation as it is, I didn't allow her to go roaming as most of the youngsters prefer to do.” Carmen is a beautiful blonde wolf shifter with baby blue eyes. She has a gentle face but I can read the aggressiveness in her eyes which have yet to acknowledge me.

"I suppose it's because I've shifted quite a few times." I nodded, still looking at the ice-blue color of his irises in wonder. The entire time I'd known Cain, I was under the impression that his Lycanthropic ancestry was overpowered by the symptoms of Vampirism. Now I wasn't so sure. I wanted desperately to believe there was an internal struggle for dominance happening between the gene and the disease. I found myself hoping that the Lycanthrope would win. I followed Cain as he got out of the car, pulling the flannel blanket tighter around me as we walked through the cold garage and into the castle.

Miss Daisy had asked the class to paint what we thought our wolf would look like, most of the class had already shifted so had to call on memories of before seeing their wolf which resulted in a lot of arguments but for me it was easy, I thought they’d be a soft grey or creme colored; probably with my purple eyes. Painting made the next hour pass by quickly and in the end my painting of a wolf in the woods was done, wolf looked back at me, grey tipped ears and muzzle the rest was creme colored, their eyes were the same violet purple as my own; I wondered if I was even close to how it would actually look. Sighing I left my painting on the easel to dry as I gathered my stuff, I had about a hou

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

Ruby quickly clicked her phone and turned on the front camera, showing me the image of my eyes. I gasped in surprise as I saw the glow emanating from my eyes. The yellowish-red color was fluctuating, just like Ruby had described. Ruby's eyes were wide with excitement as she examined the image on her phone. "You have the glow of an omega wolf," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "And that’s because of the yellow color. But the fluctuations to red...I don't understand. No way you could be an omega and alpha Wolf."

"I need to wash the thought of that girl out of my head." The door opened again, and Robin walked in. He was a presence that demanded silence. Tall, dark, and broad-shouldered, he filled the space effortlessly. He wore a brown shirt that looked ready to burst against his chest. As a wolf-human hybrid, he was more formidable than most. He had a way of using his primal side that made even us stay on our toes. Robin’s dark eyes fell on the body on the floor. He didn't look angry, just inconvenienced. He looked at Rory. "You hit your limit for the month. No more casualties until the books reset next week."

“Me too.” A beat passed. Then Ruby gasped, her body arching with the rush of ancient magic. Her robe slipped to the ground as her bones cracked and reshaped. Light enveloped her, and in a flash of warmth and brightness, her Lycan emerged: a powerful, dirty blonde creature with sharp blue eyes, shimmering under the moonlight. She stood proud and poised, tail high, gaze confident. The crowd let out a collective exhale.

If you give into him now Wolf Creek dies, our mates die, our pups die, and he uses our power to kill the world,’ Ruby explains walking around Orin looking up at him like she is inspecting his soul. “You can try,” I smile while taking a deep breath letting my energy build within me feeling my Delta warriors surrounding the hotel. “And what is a little Lycan Princess going to do, it’s clear you’re carrying a child, you can’t shift? Are you going to heal me to death?” Orin mocks making me growl, I feel my power building within me like a raging fire ready to explode. ‘They won’t like it, but do you want to try a new trick?’ Ruby, my feral redhaired alter ego questions while walking towards me an

I had called him in several times alerting him of dinner, but he continued to run around the field behind the packhouse. At nearly ten years old, Anders was already showing his power and strength. He took after Callan in both behavior and looks, although he had my green eyes. Callan was often proud of his behavior while I was stuck running around trying to wrangle him in. His sister, Romy, was the opposite. At age 7, she was calm and controlled. She was empathic and caring. I didn’t expect her to be a red wolf and I doubted that she would be. At this point, there were six red wolves. Romy showed no signs of problems with controlling her emotions, unlike the problems I had at her age. But she