Neon Rwby Novels & Stories

“He’s _absence_. You can’t burn _nothing_.” Echo nodded. She hadn’t spoken much since Quebec. When she did, it was in _echoes_. “Can’t… burn… _nothing_…” Rylan woke up. And the mine _groaned_. Not stone. _Air_. Like something _big_ was pressing on it from _inside_. “He’s here,” Nero whispered. --- *The First Take* It was Jenna. Pack omega. 19. Shy. Braided Rylan’s hair when she thought no one was looking.

Rowen asked, looking from me to Raziel. “Rayne is a Reaver with Wolf focused abilities.” Raziel finally said. Neither brother said anything, but the slow inhale from Rowen, and the subtle seat shift from Ramses, told me everything I needed to know. These tiny, nonverbal cues conveyed a wealth of information, hinting at the complex, simmering tensions that lay just beneath the surface.

Andrius pointed at Noir and introduced him, “He’s Noir.” Andrius then explained, “This is Rainbow Conery, Luna’s cousin. She’s here to study, and she seems to be a military otaku.” “Hi! Hi! Nice to meet you!” When Noir heard Rainbow was a military otaku, he got up and saluted her formally before he stretched his hand out for a handshake. Rainbow was thrilled. She shook his hand lightly because her hand was shaking. “Join us.” Noir pulled the chair beside Andrius and signaled Rainbow to sit down.

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.

“But we can’t! We’ll be exposing ourselves. If they find out we’re here—” “We’re not leaving a child to suffer! Not when we can help!” he replied fiercely. Tears streamed down Aqua’s cheeks as she witnessed her mother’s resolve begin to crack. “We can’t fight them alone, Leon. It’s too dangerous!” As the figures continued their dark ritual, Aqua felt her mother’s fear and her father’s determination intertwining, creating a tempest of emotion that resonated deep within her. Just when Aqua thought they would intervene, the scene shifted again.

It’s one of those moments that’s insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet it suddenly clicks that this person is going to become irreplaceable. Mateo makes his way back to the living room with Lucas and his little brother Giano in tow. Seeing this, Rob quits trying to goad Alex into a rematch and instead yells for everyone to make their way outside for a game of soccer. The boy practically bounds out the house, most likely assuming he’ll redeem himself. He’s got a good chance – Alex might be stronger, but Rob’s long legs give him a speed advantage. Despite how gangly Rob seems, soccer is his niche.