Neon Rwby Novels & Stories

Iris nodded, appreciating the simple comfort of my touch. As I continued to watch over her, worry welled up within me. The outside threat loomed, but in that moment, my focus was solely on Iris—my mate. The distant howls of the Kimber wolves reverberated through the air, signaling an impending attack. As the Alpha of the pack, my instincts kicked in, and I swiftly geared up for the confrontation. The urgency of the situation fueled my determination to protect my pack and, above all, Iris. The night was cast in shadows as the Kimber wolves descended upon us. A fierce battle ensued, the clash of fangs and claws mingling with the tumultuous growls. Moonlight illuminated the chaos, and the air c

The both of them immediately look towards me. They're both naked; lily has so many bite and claw marks over her body. One in particular catches my eyes though— the mating mark on her neck. It's deep, raw and very fresh. Every single bone in my body goes stiff. “D-damien? Lily?” My voice is very hoarse. My mate scrambles for some clothes. I notice that he's not exactly bothered; there's no guilt in his movements. When he looks at me, deep brown eyes piercing mine, there's no remorse in them.

He almost looks like that guy from Harry Potter I jerked from my seat when the limo stopped in front of a shop. Ryan opened the door for us as Neo stepped out, ushering me so that she was leading me to enter the shop. It was small and has cream painted walls but the fact that it was littered with their products made it almost impossible for me to see the real wall. Against the cramped surrounding, I couldn't help but smile. It was warm and cosy and really felt homey inside.

I couldn't utter a word, I just sat there enveloped in the warmth and love of my friends. One month has passed since that dreadful night at the club. Justice and I don't speak unless it's necessary, he moved me into the Luna suite, and his mate/mistress shares his bedroom. I don't care anymore really, I've fallen out of love with him, but I'm still shackled to him because of outdated werewolf laws. This evening Justice is throwing Rose a birthday party, I'm here I have no choice but to attend as Luna of the pack. I walk around the reception hall looking for Randa, I heard that she had already arrived. I see her standing to the side by herself, looks like Gregory just left her there while he

Neon held my hands gently, and led me into a garden, some feet away from where the car was parked. The garden was beautiful, and there was light everywhere which brightened up the place, he shoved aside a curtain of flowers, and we walked in. I gasped and escaped my mouth as I stared at the place, water was coming out of the rocks, there were fireflies glittering around, and beautiful green grasses. I saw the amazing reflection of the crescent moon on the waters. “This is the heart of our pack,” Neon whispered to me and took my hand to his chest.

The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind. When the last of the Fortuna witches fell, Aqua stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dark energy receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her trembling and exhausted. The sight of her parents' lifeless bodies brought her to her knees, and she sobbed uncontrollably, the pendant now a dull black stone against her chest. She barely noticed Aunt Cleo's arrival, the older woman's face etched with grief and determination. Cleo's arms wrapped around Aqua, pulling her close. "It's over, Aqua," she whispered, her voice choked with emot

Your wolf was gorgeous, you are gorgeous. “Get some sleep, River” “Okay” Tonight, I sleep yet again in one of the brothers’ arms and I wonder if Neo will cut a piece of me too tomorrow like how Shane and Connor did today. Xx Neo is gone by the time I wake up. Britney O’Shea is standing in the living room smiling like a happy kid running around in the sun. Her dark and red hair matches her dark clothes that would be called sinister but her face is too mellow to even consider this girl as evil.

I ѕԛuіnt thrоugh the соmіng dаrknеѕѕ, рееrіng оut to ѕее whо іt is. I іmmеdіаtеlу duсk my hеаd back dоwn іn mу hands. It’ѕ Neon. She’s rіght thеrе! OMG! Anу ѕесоnd nоw, Jаѕоn is gоіng to walk back from thе where he іѕ, аnd роѕѕіblу gеt ѕееn. Thеrе’ѕ nothing I саn do, but hіdе mу face and sneak a рееk thrоugh my fingers.

He hears her gasp and feels the cut in her palm. He bolts upright, the sheets damp and his eyes glowing storm‑blue. He’s dressed and out the door before Rowan can ask what’s wrong. Clouds swirl over the forest; lightning paces across the sky like restless wolves. The wind is his to command and tonight it howls Rhea’s name. *** It's midnight and we are ready to strike. The abandoned west wing echoes with every drip and creak. It smells of mold, chalk dust, and dead roses. Nyrielle walks ahead, her nose tip glowing sapphire, wings half‑unfurled; I follow, the crown’s ember thrumming in my chest. Kaia insisted on staying topside to monitor corridors. I feel her presence overhead... steady and p

She closed her eyes. Found the lake. Pulled. Her aura folded in toward her sternum, the way they’d practiced. The prickle along her skin faded, then flattened. The hum beneath her bones dropped to a tight, contained buzz. The baby nudged once, then went still, as if bracing. “External readers?” Mae asked. Rae checked the side panel rune. “She’s gone,” she said. “Ambient only.” “Hold,” Nyra murmured. Elowen held.