Oscar Rwby Novels & Stories

Cynthia chuckled at my shocked expression, “Would you like to tell her, Roxanne? Or should I do the honors?” Roxanne gave a small bow, “Whichever pleases my lady.” I flinched at her words. My lady. That’s when I saw it—the small smile tugging at Roxanne’s lips. I felt sick. “What happened to you?” My voice cracked. “You were my best friend. Why?” Roxanne finally met my gaze, but there was no guilt—just calm acceptance. “I was tired,” she admitted. “Tired of always defending you, tired of being the only one standing beside a wolf-less omega. No one wanted me. But now? Now, I am respected. I am Luna Cynthia’s personal maid. Do you know what that means?”

She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner. I stood my ground, staring at her hair as it fell right down. There was nothing I could do to stop her from denying such an incessant act of jealousy. I also felt that way whenever other ladies challenged me for him. “What’s happened here?” The ground shook. We exchanged glances, taking our eyes towards the sound of the grumbling noise. Ryu stood there, a roughed-up boar hanging around his neck. He wasn’t putting on clothes, and his broad chest caught my attention. He was dripping, his well-sculpted abs glistening with each movement he made under

What I don't know is their personalities though. Owen has the most deep ruby eyes I have ever seen. He has this dead look in his eyes that makes him look fierce yet sexy at the same time. His hair is pitch black, and so long. He wears it wavy, and I have seen it in a ponytail; it all looks divine. He is so tall compared to the three of them, and also the hugest of them. If ‘hugest’ is ever a word. I just cannot find the right words to describe him. He has these muscles that he doesn’t even sweat to show them off, they are just there. He looks maybe twenty years old or so, he isn’t that older than me. And I guess I am a little bit attracted to him more than the other two.

Valerie inquires quietly, her gaze drawn to the garments' loveliness. “O-hohoho! That's such a wonderful compliment from the Empress,” Sebastian exclaimed, making Valerie chuckle awkwardly as she approached the first gown. She sees the first gown, which is rose gold in color and features a tight bodice with a low-cut neckline, huge ribbon bows down the center front, wide panniers, and is lavishly adorned in lace, ribbon, and flowers. She also considers the second gown, which is yellow and has the same detail as the first but has a lace puff, and the third gown, which is light blue and has the same detail as the first but has a loose lace puff that makes it look like an off-shoulder.

Freya was too sick to defend herself and the other girls had barely made it to the tree-line before being apprehended by more soldiers in combat fatigues. She had no time to react though because Omar was suddenly charging at the other male, jaws snapping as he aimed for Lucas' shin. Lucas was faster despite being in his human form but his eyes flashed amber as he darted out of the way with ease and grace. Omar was quick to recover though, twisting in a flash to lunge again. This time he did connect with Lucas but the male was there to use Omar's momentum against him, the giant wolf's body slamming into the snow with a thud.

Jake Rebel waved him through the gate and he parked his bike in front of the clubhouse. It was just past midnight, and the music was still loud. He could hear laughter as he pulled the door open and every head turned to look at him as he stepped inside. “Wrath!” Weasel’s voice was loud, and Jake grinned. He spotted Bandit and Nitro sitting in their usual booth and he headed toward them. He placed the laptop and phone on the table as he sat down. K-9 shifted to the side, making space for him. Trick dragged a chair closer to the edge of the table and sat down.

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!”

The ritual was complete, and the deity lived in Mai'Aljannu. "Why have I been summoned?" she said, and I was scared. How could I have believed I would be able to talk to this evil deity? Hearing her voice made me remember what she did to my brothers, and I began to shake with fear. I looked at Adam for courage, fortunately for us, unlike me, Adam had not witnessed her evil, and so he had some courage. "You have been summoned by Rayuwa." He replied. Everyone was silent. It was as if the rest of the people in the throne room were afraid to breathe. This was definitely a big deal.

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.