Carmine Rwby Novels & Stories

The metal door swung open and I gasped. Scattering backwards and landing on my ass, the bloodied face of Raze leered at me with a triumphant grin. Completely naked, the sword tattoo down his torso was obliterated with huge, wide scratches that could only be made by a wolf the size of Cyrus. He smoothes a hand over his blonde buzzcut, like that’s the thing making look rumpled. In a cool, knowing voice, “Good evening Mer. I’ve come to collect Ryan.” I know he is revelling in my horror but I can’t shut my gaping mouth. Ruby blood trickled down his chest, coating his thighs. Is it all his, he can’t have beaten Cyrus…that’s just impossible.

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.

Ruby sweet-talked, connecting their foreheads together and gazing passionately into Carmilla's eyes. The raven-haired can only blush due to the undeniable sincerity in her fiancee's words. She suddenly connected their lips together never minding the prejudice of their audience or the fact that their expensive lipsticks are getting smudged. Ruby kissed back with equal passion, sending fire into her soul due to their fiery intimacy. The only thing Carmilla cares about right now is ravishing the supple lips of the romantic lady in her embrace.

* *zzz-swish*… Ravyn delivered an uppercut to the white energy figure’s chin and narrowly swayed away from his fists. After exchanging attacks for a moment, Weiss was kicked and his face turned to a power supply capsule that Kanji was trying to turn off. The young man's one hand held the power supply manual, and the other one held a small part of a yellowish-brown root. It's the same root that Ravyn bought from Themeise’s southern black market.

We still had no proof, but I was willing to bet my life that the Crimson Pack had something to do with his accident and death. “I say let your father bring in this Renegade Pack and destroy the Crimson Pack. Crane is trying to bully your father into this deal only because they have numbers.” Ruby’s arm drops over my shoulder, she pulls me in for a squeeze, the scent of oranges and her male surround me, stifling me. “So, you and Cameron?” I divert the subject back to her latest love only because thinking of what the next week might hold is causing a serious headache to develop. Also, the idea of being mated to Creepy Crane had my wolf on edge.

I returned, caught up in the throbbing of the new bond pulsing between us. But before I could continue to ogle all those hard lines and ridges, perfectly carved V-lines and deliciously hard cocks the Goddess had gifted just for me, they closed in around me. I felt their hands everywhere, gliding affectionately through my fur. My wolf’s chest rumbled, a sound much more suggestive than I would have thought an animal capable of. “What’s your name, beautiful girl?” Cary’s wolf, Roan, asked through his human. “Raven. My name is Raven, mates.” She projected in their heads.

They resembled hunters more than friends. Ruby observed each person's fur, mostly brownish-red, the color of their clan's original fur. However, each had its unique fur color, except for the werewolf behind her. Carl Justin was a classic 'red wolf' with a solid golden-red coat. Moreover, he appeared to radiate in the moonlight. Was that why they assigned Justin to cleaning duty?

‘Good morning my name is Ivory hemming I’m a water elemental, the ice type and also in my first year, I’m sure we’ve all being briefed on what we’re doing in Buklime mountain’ Ivory sais heading straight to business. They all nodded, Ivory saw two familiar faces and her heart almost leaped out of her chest. It was the guy and girl whom were with Alfred two days ago. Ivory quickly looked somewhere else when she saw the guy staring at her, it was a little bit embarrassing. ‘I’ll introduce everyone, we’ve all introduced ourselves before you got here’ Natasha said to ivory ‘this is Chevy Sinclair a second year and a phase two witch’. He waves at ivory who in turns smiles carefully. ‘This is Nara

Working late into the night until she became so pale Robyn tore herself away from our bed to take her best friend out onto the cliffs for a distraction. Four years on Corbin remains a machine. Short dark hair, grey eyes, sharp all black clothes. Never changing. So focused, finger on every single beat and pulse in the pack. He hasn’t needed much guidance from myself. I have been there to advise the bridges, the warrior selection and new buildings. Practical matters I can lose myself in before returning exhausted, not only to my gorgeous dancer, but to my beautiful children. They search my pockets for carvings, knowing a piece for Artem’s toy carriage or a bird whistle for Lucy will appear if

A dream where I made a new friend but Cynthia's demise dawned on me yet again and I recalled the evening vividly. What did I think of him? I felt he was just another intransigent teenager, (we're very much alike in this, you'll get to know) and though it's annoying, I quite like that about him. We don't have similar interests but he's nice to talk with and handsome too. I'm not attracted to him, just so you know. I just love appreciating nice works of art and Tim, is a masterpiece. I finally admitted to myself that it would be nice to see him again and thoughts of the evening with him kept me occupied and made me forget that one of us was gone. At least, till the next day.