Combat Ready Rwby Novels & Stories

“Your fight is here with us.” My eyes came back to them. I stood leaning on a tree bark with Rhody and Bianca at either side of me. They were going to attack me at the same time. I had to be prepared. I formed two ice daggers, the cold weapons biting the skin of palms. It brought me comfort. “Come at me,” I ordered. Rhody’s face twisted in rage as he heard that. “Don't tell me what to do!”

Min and I took it as a sign to reach forward. "Go easy on him," I mumbled, pushing his bangs up before sliding the towel over it. Mr. Min closed his eyes, his throat vibrating in a hum and suddenly it felt weird to be this close to him but I shook the feeling away. "Mr. Jung loves you far too much to hit you. You're not in the same weight class anyway," he hummed again when I moved the cloth over his throat so I jumped back in a little surprise and somewhat awkward. "Don't worry Sophie," was all he said before patting the back of my head with his glove and taking his stance to fight. Jo stood between them, a whistle slung around his neck and his right arm raised up before he blew the whistle

The aura of a powerful warrior was radiated from every fiber of his muscles, and his veins rippled underneath his tough skin. “Ready,” Black Ink responded and whipped his spear out. His aura skyrocketed, and his power shook the space around him. His veins wriggled like tiny dragons and his blood boiled like a sea of magma in anticipation of the fight to come. “Ready,” Red Marshall stated as her aura responded to her opponent’s. Its serene nature was very quickly overtaken by the savagery that had remained hidden until now. Like a provoked bear, or a poked hornet’s nest, it exploded into a full blown murderous aura. Her eyes glowed with calm that was unbefitting of her aura as she held onto h

They circled like predators. Ryan moved to my side. I felt his energy already gathering, lightning humming at his fingertips. “I guess we’re doing this again. We two against a whole army.” Ryan looked at me. “Ready for this?” I nodded as my eyes shone blue. My voice echoing like it was being spoken from the mouths of many people. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” The first wave hit like a storm. They rushed us in silence. No war cries, no signals. Just motion and murder.

The water splashed against the deck like an angry beast as the enemy’s body vanished beneath the waves. Lucas vaulted over a barrel with athletic grace, joining Amelia at her side. “Ready when you are!” he called out, his silver-blue eyes gleaming with excitement and determination. With his weapon drawn, he stood ready to defend against the incoming wave of foes, camaraderie flaring brightly between them like a banner of resilience.

Strength, speed, durability, tactical brilliance. When I pull back, his eyes are pure black. "Damn." "Yeah." I sway slightly, and he catches me. "Okay. That was more draining than expected." "You good to fight?" Doc moves closer, concerned. "I'm good." I straighten, drawing on my power to steady myself. "This is the moon's full. I've got plenty of reserves." "Then let's ride." Ryder swings onto his bike. Engines roar to life. Twenty motorcycles, twenty enhanced wolves, and one divine vessel riding toward war.

The air in the chamber crackled with anticipation as plans were laid, contingencies considered, and resources allocated. Throughout the night, Caleb and Rory worked tirelessly, preparing their pack for the upcoming battle. They ensured that every warrior was armed, every defense fortified, and every individual understood their role in the fight to come. Their leadership and unwavering commitment rallied the pack, instilling in them a sense of determination and unity. As the first rays of dawn peeked over the horizon, the pack stood ready, their collective strength pulsating through the air. Caleb and Rory stood at the forefront, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. It was a defining

In her heart, she knew that facing the Ascenders and reconciling with Luna were intertwined. On the day of the attack, tension gripped the Crimson Pack as they prepared themselves for battle. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of adrenaline filling their senses. Rey stood at the front lines, her gaze fixed on the forest's edge where the Ascenders would soon emerge. As the enemy pack emerged from the shadows, led by the fearsome figure of Black bourne, a surge of energy coursed through Rey's veins. With a fierce battle cry, the Crimson Pack charged forward, their unity and determination shining like a beacon Amidst the chaos. Rey's movements were a blur as she engaged multiple adv

He had no intention of dodging Zephyr’s attack at all. “Away with you!” Ricky cried out as his fist met with Wolfsbane. He had poured a lot of energy into his fist, thus giving it a bright glow. With a loud bang, Wolfsbane was sent flying out of arena grounds. Ricky had a big smile on his face after that. “Is that your best-” Before he could finish, his expression suddenly changed as a terrifying shadow appeared before him.

Blood painted the ground, mingling with the unmistakable scent of sweat and fear. Ryder fought with a ferocity born of a desperate desire to protect his pack. His powerful frame moved with a fluid grace, sidestepping brutal attacks while retaliating with precise strikes of his own. The battle unfolded like a symphony of violence, the air resonating with the growls, snarls, and pained cries of warriors locked in mortal combat. The ground trembled with every struggle and every impact, leaves and twigs scattered in their wake. Aric, fueled by burning hate, charged towards Ryder, his eyes ablaze with a feral hunger. Their clash was a crescendo of power and will, as they grappled and fought, neit