Carmine Rwby Novels & Stories

Charlotte says and smiles. That girl smiles back and for a brief second her eyes flicker to him. Her red eyes clash with his hazel ones! Again… And his wolf screams in his head… MINE!

I practically collapsed onto the floor, completely spent. Tyce got up and ran into the bathroom, returning with a warm wet towel, that he dabbed along my skin. He then threw it into the dirty laundry basket and laid down next to me pulling me on top of him. I rested my head on his shoulder as he brushed his fingers along my back. "That was amazing," he whispered. "Thank you for the ring. It's beautiful," I said. "The stones have meanings. I got jade put in for the Jade Moon Pack of course, but then the yellow citrines and the red rubies are for our wolves' eyes."

The bond was tugging harder now, stronger, impossible to resist. The square was a wild, chaotic celebration of joy, laughter, and love. Mates were finding each other under the crimson light, their howls of unity echoing across the pack lands. My wolf clawed at me, restless and demanding, urging me to find her. And then I saw her.

Oh, you never fail to amaze me, Crimson. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

He was standing near the table and made eye contact for three seconds. "This is Solomon Bush- a werewolf. Our star player, he’s been wait-listed for a football scholarship at the university." Evan introduces the local resident to her. Soloman is in his early twenties, a little short than Evan but stronger and easy on the eye. He wears their fire-like shirt because red and white are the team colors. "Nice to meet you. Christa. I’ve heard a lot about you. It is a pleasure to meet you in person, finally." Solomon gives his warm welcome.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

“Ruby Vermillion is a nineteen-year-old woman raised in the Northerneast mountains. She is believed to be working for the King of Hezel to neutralize us with our plans to expand our territory.” I smirk. Interesting. “And? Ah, yes, by the way. Is she somehow involved by a man named Robyn?” “Yes, correct. She seems to be affiliated with Robyn Winchester. The Hooded Archer in Green of Hezel.” Now, that makes her even more interesting. Robyn Winchester. A sharpshooter. Tenacious with his bow and arrow. One-shot, one kill. A man who formulated a quick poison to immobilize us, Weres. I still remember the day when I crossed paths with him. So that’s why Ruby’s attacks seemed familiar.