Oscar Pine Rwby Novels & Stories

“How so?” “They look like the night sky. They’re gold around the edges, but the middle looks like stars.” “How are you doing, Oscar?” I turned to look at him, my mouth falling open. “Oscar… Your wolf is beautiful.” His fur was still midnight black, but as he moved, he seemed to shimmer in all the colours of the Milky Way. He opened his eyes; they were gold and purple. “How do you feel?” Callum asked. Oscar turned around, testing how he felt. “Great, I think. Dionysus is testing his abilities, trying to work out what he has gained. What about you, Ava?”

I reach back and try to pull the brush out, it is firmly stuck and will not budge. "Oh no, what happened?" Raven walks into the room with Osric and Embry, who is carrying the twins. "I was brushing his hair and da brush got stuck. We used gel," Phoenix pouts, watching me struggle to pull the brush out, I wince at the feeling of the hair tearing at my scalp.

The morning broke with a brittle chill, the kind of cold that settled deep beneath the skin and made every breath sharp and fleeting. Frost coated the pine needles and the earth, glittering faintly under the pale light of a winter sun struggling to rise. I stood at the edge of Ashfang camp, my wolf Nyx restless beneath the surface, sensing the tension that clung to the forest like a suffocating shroud. Ahead of me stretched the wild, tangled maze of Frostwillow — a land both beautiful and dangerous, where twisted trees loomed like dark sentinels and ancient shadows whispered of things best left forgotten.

"Omar said he left orange ribbons tied to trees that led in the direction of the cabin. We just need to find them." For now it seemed the tension from earlier was forgotten and the girls worked together again, spreading out along the track to hunt down the little breadcrumbs their helper had left for them. They needed to move quickly as well, even as werewolves they would eventually start succumbing to the stresses of the freezing cold air and they were already starting to tire from their arduous trek through the Wyoming wilderness. Being low-born shifters, they weren't blessed with wolven forms so couldn't rely on a thick pelt to protect them.

Was he OK? Worry and panic bubbled in him, enough for his eyes to manage to crack open. Not by much, he found himself peering through auburn eyelashes, making out trees. They weren’t the walnut and oak trees that frequented around the palace. No, these were thick dense pines that were common for the north. He wanted to swipe his eyes, feeling the need to brush them open. But his head was uncooperative still. He looked around to see no-one. No Chris. He wasn’t sure if that was a positive or not. His eyes drooped shut as if that tiny confirmation was enough to dull the panic. It hadn’t fully but that was the great thing this wolfsbane; it didn’t really care.

"I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside." When he stopped, I went next. "I saw a farmhouse on the edge of the Oasis. Humans were working but were enslaved. A slave driver reared back his whip and struck one of the humans. There was a huge warehouse to the right of the farmhouse. Then I zoomed inside, and Rush was sitting at a wooden table speaking to the other heads of Nightshade." Elias was next. "I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons ar

she pointed to the porch where a mass of dead bodies piles up moving her scythe back a little to stab a goblin charging at her with the end of her weapon. Pointing her weapon behind her, Ruby shot a wendigo dead but the recoil was strong sending her flying forward which she used to propel herself and slaughter a band of ogres in one breath. "Fine. But I'm not backing down." Aleister brought himself to Ruby's side as she was getting surrounded by more beowolves. They fought back to back, both enjoying the rush and adrenaline coursing through their bodies but more so the fact that they are fighting together.

We walked a few yards in until we found a place to leave our clothes and shifted into our wolves. Lucy’s wolf emulated her, with a tall, elegant build, thick, golden cream fur, and blue eyes. She only glanced my way for a moment before we made a break for it, savoring the freedom of running through nature, succumbing to our animal brains. My paws blissfully bounced off the dirt path as tall trees surrounded us, the shadows of their sun-dappled leaves and pines flickering along the ground. The wind whipped through our fur while we dodged roots and branches, hopping over fallen tree trunks. The scent of wet wood, moss, and skunkweed filled my nostrils, delighting me in this form—the great outd

Three days after the raven’s wing, Silverpine is restless. The nights are full of rumor and the scent of old smoke. In the mornings, I find Fen at the borders, pacing, eyes sharp and wolf-bright. Mara helps Agatha in the kitchen, wielding a bread knife like a dagger, and Bram—quiet, reliable Bram—has become Rowan’s shadow, listening more than he speaks. The pack is shifting, uneasy, testing new boundaries like wolves in a strange den.

Agnes bade her father goodnight and walked down the stone stairs, crossing the quiet courtyard toward the cliffs. Rhys stood at the edge of the granite precipice, where the dark ocean waves crashed against the rocks two hundred feet below. He wore simple dark trousers and a heavy wool coat left open, exposing his chest. The **Apex Core** hummed quietly beneath his skin, its violet-and-gold light pulsing in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that matched the cadence of the tide. As Agnes approached, Rhys didn't turn around, but his arm opened, inviting her into his side. Agnes slid smoothly against his broad frame, her arm wrapping around his waist as he pulled his coat over her shoulders to block the c