Oscar Pine Rwby Novels & Stories

The fabric was nude, almost beige, and looks liked I had been dressed in crystals and webs of handmade lace. Russo came down into the barracks next and stopped, staring at the sight of me. “Damn, little wolf. You look beautiful!” I blushed. “Thank you, both. The pixies do have a few little tricks up their sleeves.” Randy nodded, his face falling. “Well, Justin said Oscar can join True Mates pack this weekend because he helped fight off the rogues. I don’t know how he will feel about the pixies though.” “Maybe you should leave them here for now just to make sure your mate is in a good mood,” Russo suggested. “We have to be at the arena soon before the other wolves come in. Let’s get going.”

There’s a winch system we use to haul large things up the tower. “I was going to use the winch.” Ebony stopped speaking. He was trying to be nice, and she was stomping all over it. “Fine, thank you. Once we have the daily chores divided and done, I’ll take you out and show you some of the land features. Oh, and a quick warning. We’ve got some new wolves in the area. I don’t know their personalities yet. Meaning we don’t have a gauge of their temperament. Just be careful.” Peter did a double take at Ebony’s back. Did she not sense her mates’ presence?

Chapter Two: The Sanguine Ascent Dawn didn't break over the island – it bled. A jagged line of red sliced through the horizon, lighting up the Obsidian Ridge. The heat was already a physical weight pressing against my chest. I stood at the base of the trail wearing a matte – black tactical suit that clung to my skin like a second layer of armour. On my wrist, the haptic band glowed a steady, menacing blue. Beside me, the competition was a study in panic. Sloane checked her boots with cold precision. Xavier was sweating through his shirt. And then there was Brent.

Ruby POV The scent hit me first, sharp, metallic, with a sickly sweet undertone. We'd barely crossed beyond the wall, leaving behind the safety of our quiet, controlled life. The air felt heavy, almost alive, pressing in on us from every side. The landscape was harsh, overgrown forests twisted and gnarled, as if the trees themselves were corrupted. Patches of bare, cracked earth stretched out, interrupted only by jagged rocks jutting at impossible angles. It was wild, untamed, and hostile in a way that felt deeply unnatural.

He gave me a contagious toothy grin, one I immediately returned. His eyes then drifted to him, clapping him on the back. "This is Dr. Alexander Wood, my good friend. Came here for some books." I nodded. "Wood, this is Rosette. She's here now, so whenever you don't find me here, she's in charge." He nodded too, still looking at me. "Hello Rose, nice to see you again." He smiled down at me, and extended a hand for me to shake, the hand that wasn't holding on to the books.

He truly was a pup, he never failed to act like one. "You know about this too?" Grim asked. "Yes," Mason nodded. "I do know about this and I agreed to this," He muttered staring at me and I smirked. "Really?" Ragnar said. "Go on and embrace your mate," Mason said and Nova turned back to me. My wolf yipped in delight as she approached me, her rose and lemon scent drove me crazy as she stopped on the stage. She was dressed in her filmy dress which screamed exotic, she was driving my wolf crazy with need just by staring at her,

His sister runs out to greet him, just like his mother. Ruby is Ragnar's twin sister. She studied medicine and is the most renowned doctor in the pack. She is dreamy, kind, and very beautiful, although she has not found her mate yet, and she is already 30 years old, although she has already resigned herself. Their mother, Paula, was infertile and after many years of trying, she finally got pregnant and gave birth to two pups: Ragnar and Ruby. Both have very peculiar characteristics and are very good leaders.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

“Alpha, what is it that you wanted to show me? We haven't reached it?” “In a minute, we would,” came his reply. Olive nodded and continued with him. Few steps later and she began to hear the sound of moving water. The vegetation became more dense and green. Wayne pushed aside all the thick green branches and they paved through. Olive sqeaked in delight at the beautiful flowing river they had just arrived. It was sparkling white and it kept bubbling in rough waves at different places where there were rocks. It was a wide river and birds were flying in and washing. “Gosh!” she squealed and ran ahead. Wayne chuckled softly and slowly continued to walk. He had no idea why he brought her to this

Oscar’s POV Oscar watched from the porch, leaning lightly on the railing, the autumn breeze rustling his golden curls. Solstice thrummed steadily in his chest, syncing with Cinder beneath Lyra’s skin, and he felt the familiar tug of pride mixed with responsibility. Each pack arriving was a puzzle piece, each leader a partner or potential rival, each pup a responsibility he could not ignore.