Melanie Rwby Novels & Stories

Melanie The silver pendant lay on the table in front of me, its faint glow casting eerie shadows across the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Its intricate wolf design shimmered with an otherworldly energy, a reminder of the forces we had yet to understand. Rook’s sudden disappearance and the organized rogue attack weighed heavily on my mind. This pendant was more than just a clue—it was a thread connecting us to the growing storm.

Her whole body shined brightly and the dark bushes were now visible to the others. She was burning with rage and fire and the witches recoiled in fear. "Melanie.. Whatever are you doing to yourself? " Ryker asked worriedly but her couldn't stand to his feet due to the pains in his legs. Without thinking twice Melanie hold the sword in her hands firm and launched right towards the witch. She ignored all the cuts, powers, and punches thrown her way by the duplicate witches and went directly towards the real witch. Melanie's sword sunk right into the witches heart and the witches eyes widened.

Melanie stressed dramatically. "Me too Valerie. You're a miracle to me, my family and my pack. You earned it.” Nymeria's hands covered mine holding hers. My lips wobbled and trembled. The back of my eyes burned with unshed tears. Melanie jumped towards me almost like she was aware I had no idea how to process the emotions running through my veins. She nudged my shoulder with a large smile on her face. "Now are we going to talk about the female warrior that's been following us everywhere?” She blinked, her eyes darting behind us.

RAFAEL The first thing I noticed about Melanie Swan was that she did not belong to the kind of light she carried on her face. When she walked in with Allison the day before, she had been smiling, bright and effortless, the kind of beauty that drew attention without trying. Youth clung to her in a way that made everything about her feel alive, from the way she moved to the easy laughter that slipped past her lips. Anyone looking at her would have seen nothing but a carefree girl enjoying a trip with her best friend.

Normally things do happen but never this kind of way. Dr's eyes widened out. Is Sabrina Melissa fucken good? Is she fine? Why the silent? She should be more interested in what is going on now! That motherfucker's dad also pulled Melissa's father's head off at the battle leading to her death. Then why the pitiful look. I believe whatever going on is better for Ruby's kind given birth to by wild beast of all creatures, the lone Wolf. Dr touched Melissa by the shoulder and she turned her head..

" I cried , Struggling to swim . Amelia shifted back into her normal form , and came close to where I was struggling for my life . She stood over me triumphantly , with a wide grin on her face . Surprisingly , she didn't get swept away by the blizzard . Standing beside her was the silver haired wolf from the party . Simon's alleged mate; Morgana.

Melanie said and Wright frowned "That's my brother you are talking about....." "I know and I will say it again!" Melanie snapped "Melanie stop...." "He tried taking advantage of my brother's girlfriend" Melanie said and Wright's eyes widened "Like...rape??" He asked "Exactly" Melanie said and Wright chuckled "That's a joke right?? My brother will never do that" He said "Then maybe you should ask him,evil people starts some day right?? If he ever try to mess with my brother again,then I'm sorry we can't be together coz my brother is also like a small god to me" Melanie said and walked away

What other powers were hiding inside my pups? Ryker crawled over and hugged us both. “Is Raven in trouble?” he asked quietly. “No, sweetheart,” I kissed his forehead. “No one is in trouble.” “Liar.” The cold voice came from behind me. I turned, still holding my pups, and saw Melissa standing there. Her face was no longer amused. Now she looked angry. Dangerous. “That little display just proved everything I suspected,” Melissa said. “Your daughter is a true tribid. Wolf, vampire, and witch blood all flowing together. She is exactly what I need.”

“That really sucks.” “I’m so sorry,” I said. “But, hey, you’ll get it. At least you got to let your wolf run for a bit.” “True,” Melanie said, her hands on her hips. “That did feel good.” “You’re really fast, too.” Raven sounded encouraging, which is different for her. I liked it. “I think I should probably be getting back home,” Melanie said, still with a defeated air around her. She reached down for her clothing and started getting dressed. Raven did the same. “I wish I would’ve been able to figure it out.”

The wolves behind me growled in a warning: One wrong move against their alpha and they’d rip me to shreds. “So she is part of your pack?” “Yes.” “No!” Marcus and I shouted at the same time, glaring at one another with a hatred I could barely describe. “Oh Elise,” the mothering voice from earlier murmured softly and sympathetically. I cursed myself for not having recognised it before and for not having thought of the possibility that she might have been tracking me too. With dark auburn hair, braided and flowing down her back, and blue eyes glazed with a cold and calculating light, the New Moon’s witch, Melanie, dismounted from a wolf and began her steps towards them.