Carmine Rwby Novels & Stories

“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

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

I pull it out slow and place it between my lips. I take the old lighter from my pocket, it is silver, engraved with the wolf. I flick it and flame jumps bright. I bring it close. The tip glows red when I inhale deep, smoke fills my lungs and it burns perfect. I close the case with a sharp snap. Set it back on the desk exactly where it was. The first drag tastes like victory. Like power, like tomorrow’s blood. Somewhere out there a man is waking up to the fact that his daughter now carries my name burned into her flesh.

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

All I could do was scream, again and again, louder as I vow death from the depths of my heart towards Roamur and his house. Mentioning my parents made their faces flood my mind. Mavi, my father: an albino wolf, white hair like the moon and eyes blue as the sea. He was so wise, wise as I’ll never be. And Ruby, my beloved mother: a red-furred she-wolf, hair the color of blood and bright crimson eyes. She was so brave, so beautiful…

“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.

Caroline suggested, on which Bolt frowned before an idea popped up in his mind. “I’m okay with this. If you’re concerned for me, then why don’t you feed me with your own hand!” Bolt smirked and still tried to have breakfast with his left hand. Caroline couldn’t come back at his suggestion while Artemis mentally patted his wolf for having so much courage to say something like that to Caroline. “By the way, I’m a big dark brown color wolf, just like the hair of Artemis. I will soon give you a ride on me.” Bolt added, telling more about him.

"Zuri, over here!" Carmilla waved enthusiastically, though she didn’t need to—I’d spotted her through the window the moment I’d stepped out of my car. I slid into the chair across from her, my hands trembling slightly in my lap. There was no denying Carmilla’s beauty—she was like something out of a dream. Fair skin, wavy blonde hair that spoke to her American heritage, almond-shaped eyes, and a delicate pointed nose. Her lips were painted a deep plum red, and faint freckles dusted both shoulders.

Other than the vanilla and rose scent, there’s something else that I could smell from her but I just couldn’t pin point what it was so I just let it go. If Norman was stoked, I am euphoric though I had to keep it all cool and act as normal as possible. I don’t want to get too excited about this. When I first laid my eyes on Carmine, I thought she was the most beautiful girl that I’ve seen in my whole life. It’s quite striking how fiery her hair was, it seemed like it’s just hair color but it’s actually not. Her natural red hair basically changes shades depending on the availability of light which was cool in itself. When we were at the dimmer hallway, her hair was maroon and now that we are

I heard his deep voice in my mind. "I think I'm fainting," I said before I fell unconscious. *** Ryk's eyes are red, Ryl's eyes are brown, while Ryn's eyes are black, but the combination of them is gold.