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 sky was the color of iron. Storm clouds gathered on the horizon, but no rain fell—only wind, hot and sharp as a blade, sweeping through the trees like a warning. The air buzzed with static, and the scent of pine was thick enough to choke on. Something was coming. And every bone in my body knew it. “Again,” I barked, catching Mara’s blade with mine and twisting hard to the left. She grunted, recovering quickly. “You’re gonna break my damn wrist.”

"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.

"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

For a tiny wolf, Avory sure as hell had the speed of a complete adult wolf. She moved gracefully through the dappled sunlight of the dense forest, her white fur seamlessly merged with the vibrant tapestry of leaves and shadows. Sunbeams filtered through the thick canopy, creating a mosaic of light and shade on the moss-covered ground. The air hummed with the subtle melody of rustling leaves and distant bird calls.

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.

I then got back into my car and drove to the packhouse. I walked into the woods and sat on a tree stump, waiting for Jasmine to arrive. A stunning wolf with brown and black fur with white on her paws and on the tip of her tail sprinted out from behind some pine trees, stopping in front of me. Jasmine’s intoxicating scent wafted through the air. Her wolf was beautiful, with thick fur, brilliant amber eyes, and perfect pointed ears. She almost reminded me of a fox. For a moment I considered running my hands through her fur, wanting to know how it felt. But I resisted, knowing this was not the time or place. I stood up and put the clothes I brought onto the stump and turned around, giving her p

He knew the tales of her warrior success which meant he knew the stories of her feral side that had quickly spread after the Pack Wars. It was a rainy day and early in the morning. Dew stuck to the ground and fog lined the tops of the tall trees that surrounded the property. Adelaide stood leaning against the wide trunk of a tree, it’s bark bit into her back, as she repeatedly let her eyes wander over the empty space. She was constantly assessing for threats as she took a bite of the red apple she held in her right hand while her arm was crossed across her mid-section.

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.