Dust Rwby Novels & Stories

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

‘I do too. Ignoring the constant itch, I focus on the stony path ahead. The winds are picking up, indicating we are getting closer to the exit. Soon enough, my eyes pick up the subtle light from the outside, as the cave curves to the right. The flooring dips, becoming uneven and damp. The runt goes down first, taking careful yet familiar steps. I jump down, landing heavily. She huffs, as if offended that I and my wolves have the privilege of being secure in our legs.

“Targets confirmed. Plan A, commence!” The moment she finished speaking, Twilight and several other people blew the door down, they immediately activated their abilities to shield themselves from any possible surprise attacks coming from the monarch and his newly appointed right hand woman, but seconds passed yet they didn't feel an ounce of energy. That's when they opened their eyes and saw two level zombies who's already dead because of the blast from the door. Seeing it, the expressions on their face became rich. Someone approached the two dead bodies, if Twilight wasn't mistaken, that person was called Ruby. She's a forensic doctor back when the apocalypse haven't started. Checking dead

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

The fragile peace, painstakingly rebuilt after the internal strife, was shattered by a chilling discovery. During a routine patrol near the Whisperwind Glade, a young Duskwood wolf, Elara, stumbled upon a series of ancient, rune-covered stones, half-buried in the earth. The runes, unlike any seen before, pulsed with a faint, unsettling energy, a cold, ethereal glow that sent shivers down her spine. She immediately reported her finding to Lyra, who, recognizing the gravity of the situation, summoned an emergency council.

I was already moving. Something pulled me, rib deep and unrelenting, straight to her. A war axe. Double headed. Ruby in the hilt. Wicked and perfect. I reached out. She flew into my palm, sealing to me with a sting and a rush of blood, and I exhaled. Complete. I twirled her, stepped onto the mat, and danced. A blur of slashes and pivots, cuts and power. When I stopped, the room was dead silent. Damaris clapped once. “Rowyn has found her weapon. Keep looking, everyone.”

Night lingered with a violet bruise across the sky as Nyra Duskbane and her small company fled through the Wild Lands of Ebonreach. The air smelled of iron and ash ; grasses shivered with silver dew under a dying moon. Nyra rode at the front, her daughters cradled against her chest, their soft breaths warm on her shoulder. Kaelia led the twins on a second mare ; Caelum and Ryker flanked each side like sentinels of storm and ruin. Selene walked behind, cloak billowing, eyes storm-gray as distant lightning.

Ryland The dawn breaks cold and brittle, the sky streaked with ash from the smoldering ruins of the elders’ fortress. You stand at the edge of the Bloodfang clearing, the dagger’s weight heavy on your hip, its silver flames dormant but pulsing like a second heartbeat. Around you, the pack moves in exhausted silence—warriors binding wounds, mothers hushing whimpers, children clutching charred toys salvaged from the rubble. The air tastes of iron and regret.

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

The howling sound of the night creatures heard in the distance and the oozing breeze frosting all the flowers that are spreading the drowsy fragrance for the night and as if they couldn’t bear the cold the flowers were dangling while waiting for the sun to rise up. In the midst of that dense woods, like disturbing all these natural events, the trouncing majestic raven horse ran –penetrating the wind. The man should be skillful, brave, and strong enough to ride it this fast. He’s all covered in the worn-out navy blue and black sartorial, the sumptuous pearls and corals around his neck were shimmering in the moonlight. His brown eyes were fierce and sharp. It’s hard to understand what he’s cha