Haven Academy Rwby Novels & Stories

Chapter 110 – Storm Academy, Utah **September 4, 2032 – Late afternoon, East Wing Dorm Commons, Storm Academy** The East Wing commons is bathed in the golden slant of late-summer mountain light pouring through tall arched windows. The space feels alive—exposed stone walls etched with faint storm runes that glow softly when the wind picks up outside, mismatched couches dragged into a loose circle, a low table scattered with half-empty mugs of tea, spell textbooks, and a deck of tarot cards someone left mid-reading.

This is it, this is the moment he is going to reject me, I feel it in my bones. Then, he says to me “I Caden Reynolds, the next alpha of the Munnin pack, reject you Amara Reynolds the adopted daughter of Victor and Lina Reynolds” letting me go he both weakly falls to the floor. His eyes change back to the black with the gold hugh, grasping his chest, he looks up at me with, pain in his eyes. Looking down at him, thinking to myself “how could this be, why would the moon goddess pair me with someone so mean and evil” standing up, he is trying to look strong. At this point I have the advantage.

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

She sat in the fourth row for a moment longer and let the motion move around her. Then Lyra stood up beside her, and Lyra the grandmother stood up behind her, and Kyson put his hand briefly on her shoulder, and she stood up too. She walked toward the entrance. The Raven Academy opened. And the work — not finished, not needing to be finished — continued.

I sighed, my smile fading for a second. Rue’s POV I watched her from the very back of the audience, my face hidden beneath layers of careful disguise. The academy hall had been recreated to look exactly like the Half Moon’s original hall. In a way, that brought up memories I was no longer willing to entertain. Haven stood on the stage with a big smile, her daughter Blue, standing close to her. She looked happy, so much that you wouldn't mistake her for her previous evil actions. She had gladly watched as wolves tore into me and left without looking back, with Aiden holding her in his arms like a treasure.

A howl rose, distant and mournful. Ashwyck Academy didn’t feel like a school. It felt like a test. And monsters or not... I wasn’t planning on failing.

"Your reflexes have slowed, Adelaide." "Your speed's increased by a third since the training camp," Adelaide observed, eyeing the broader-shouldered youth. Gray fur dotted his ears, revealing a newly inked wolf totem. "And... you've finally completed your first shift?" Avery Watson was the sole Alpha heir of the Ancient Moon Pack. Having passed the training camp ritual a day later than Adelaide, he was always teased by her as "the younger one". At that moment, Halbert, Angela, and Paisley swarmed around her, bombarding her with questions.

“I’m done being in the dark.” Aiden stood slowly, crossing to the far wall. He pulled down an old map—torn at the edges, covered in strange marks. “This town,” he said, pointing to a crooked black symbol near the center, “Ravenwood—it was built on the bones of something ancient. A rift between worlds. A place where the wild things crawl through if the veil thins too much.” Evelynn stared at him. “You mean like… the fire? The monsters?” He nodded. “It doesn’t happen often. Maybe once every hundred years. But when it does, something or someone gets chosen. Marked.”

The storm with a heartbeat. Rowyn Vale. By tonight, she would stand on the stones of Eidolon Academy. And the realm would begin to burn.