Carmine Rwby Novels & Stories

“Hunters never go that far. We hunt with an arrow or a dagger when we're attacked.” “Stop defending.” He growls. “Answer the damn question now or I can make Tessa talk on your behalf.” “I want to avenge my brother, Hale.” “The guy in the picture?” My head nods. “He was brutally killed, and before his last breath, he uttered…The Alpha's son.” “Raven Aylestone, my mysterious cousin.” He rolls his bottom lip. “What's with the Red Ruby?” “Lozark Aylestone hired a witch long back and made a gem with his dead mate's blood and flesh to make his wolf stronger. The ruby is unique; it can cure cursed ones and gives strength to your wolves.”

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly. Burhan came over and helped his adoptive father in one shot. At that time Burhan's expression looked so shocked by Hugo's change. The type of wolf-shifter that Hugo has is so different from other wolf-shifter. The size of the red wolf's body is also larger than most wolf-shifter. On the forehead of the red wolf, a star in a circle was drawn. When Hugo growled, his mouth and muzzle dripped with disgusting saliva, like the image of a werewolf version of the human belief, which in Indonesia is called Aul. Burhan gulped his own saliva as he stared into the red eyes of the Cursed. “What is that creature?” Burha

It was indeed a life full of hardships and both Amy and Carl, as parents, they are so proud and heaving relief that they all passed through such tons of hardships. "Mimi, I can't find my pen, I need it." Helga have grown so beautifully just like how Dolora did, but only that her face looks more of Collin, from those dark pair of orbs her eyes own, those thin lips and button nose screams Collin Beaver, yet her attitude says Carl Hamilton mixed with Dolora Hamilton.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Andre sounds exasperated that he has to even explain what they are already aware of. “Can you explain why your brother would agree to leave Crimson Dawn just to run back to them after twelve weeks at White Ridge? If things are so bad at Red Fang for him why did he choose to return and why is he choosing now to try and run?” I’m shocked at the sudden callousness that Arthur has towards Cole.

How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson. Gosh! Crimson… I hope it is Red because I am thinking I am like Red Riding Hood earlier while staring at the wolf who wanted to eat me. No! He couldn’t be a wolf. I haven’t seen a bi-eyed wolf. This man, if he could be an animal, is more like a Siberian Husky or a cat because those are the animals I usually saw with bi-colored eyes. I saw him smirking and I don’t know if it was a smirk or a grin. Did he find my name funny? Yeah, it could be.

“I'm not here for you to be my opponent, yet. It still not the time for us to fight. I'm here to test White Raven's skills if she's can really be called Twin of Crimson Blade. Did you hear me?” As soon as he said that, White Raven stand up from the pile of trash like nothing really did happen while still holding that sword of her with a silver blade, a twin weapon of Black Spring, made by a skillful blacksmith. This weapon never leaves her hand. White Raven was called as the twin of Crimson Blade as their strength and skills are somewhat similar, especially their demeanor. Both are merciless, can't feel pain, a slayer, a special high-ranker, both have no emotion, a loyal dog, a perfect tool

At the bottom of the path sat an old-style 1960s car, coated in a dark grey paint. "We're driving?" Waverly asked, trying to mask her surprise. "You thought we were walking to Trinity Mountains?" he rebuked, with a hint of annoyance. "I mean, no…I assumed we'd run." The Crimson Wolf pulled a set of car keys out of the pocket of his cuffed denim blue jeans and slid his finger through the key ring that held the symbol of the Crimson Shadow to his starter. "Nope." He walked ahead of Waverly and opened the door for her. Waverly stopped abruptly, not expecting him to pull such a gesture. The Crimson Wolf stood still; his tall frame enhanced by the morning sun.