Red Vs Blue Rwby Crossover Novels & Stories

We did what we set out to do,’ Ruby soothes, making me look up to see my sister’s lycan spirit, the same as I have seen Clover, only Ruby has red hair. ‘We can see her because of our connection, and the power still lingering in the area,’ Clover stands beside Ruby, making me nod before focusing back on my twin. Raven opens her eyes, looks up at her mates, who are watching me heal her, with fearful looks. “You’re going to be ok Bunny.” Osric brushes his thumb across her upper lip, wiping away the blood, I notice her eyes widen when she sees the blood. “They will be,” Mummo soothes from above, when concerned murmurs fill the silence.

Moments later a mind link hits me "All warriors meet me at the waterfall now" All a sudden, I start to see black dots, and my vision is blurred!! Taking me to a time I don’t remember. Observing my surroundings. The skies are dark with ominous clouds, rumbles of thunder moving through the sky with rhythm, it’s pouring. Mud and blood are everywhere. Witches, wolves, Lycans and Vampires are fighting. Spells being cast, blood being sucked, Lycans sending heads flying with one swipe of their claws, wolve tearing their enemy apart. Thunder rumbles through the sky as lighting strikes the ground, sending waves of electricity through the earth's flooring. Looking to my left I see a woman, glaring ri

They, who have come to take everything from me, will have everything taken from them today. I grip Cara’s hand in mine, pulling her strength. She feels the change and her head whips around to look at me. I’ve heard that people who can see auras say that individual auras have different colors. I don’t know if it’s the same, but where my strength feels like it’s a bright red, Cara’s feels orange to me. It blends easily with mine, creating a new color, something lighter than mine but darker than hers. When I feel a hand come onto my shoulder, I know that Angel has joined our connection. Her color is blue, a cooling color. But rather than mute our fire, her blue bleeds into our reddish orange, m

They, who have come to take everything from me, will have everything taken from them today. I grip Cara’s hand in mine, pulling her strength. She feels the change and her head whips around to look at me. I’ve heard that people who can see auras say that individual auras have different colors. I don’t know if it’s the same, but where my strength feels like it’s a bright red, Cara’s feels orange to me. It blends easily with mine, creating a new color, something lighter than mine but darker than hers. When I feel a hand come onto my shoulder, I know that Angel has joined our connection. Her color is blue, a cooling color. But rather than mute our fire, her blue bleeds into our reddish orange, m

His training and skills were far beyond her own experience. She reached out and grabbed her staff from its corner spot in her room. She examined it quickly; its braided threads of different colors wrapped the top, with a small, vibrant red ribbon chain with a brilliant, blue feather, given to her by a Ribon. The Ribons were beautiful birds of vibrant reds, blues and greens. Their songs were of even tones and lovely tunes to the ears. Laylan had spent many days in the forest listening and watching the Ribons. She took her staff, and then turned out of her room.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

I was unsure if it would be towards him, or away. “Mate.” I heard her say. Her eyes lite up, her wings appearing from her back. The sight of her was blinding. Her blue dress shimmered as her wings stood tall behind her shoulders. Her wings began to grow longer. They were now brushing the back of her calf. Renard came walking over at light speed. He took her hand in his raising it in the air. His wings appeared mimicking Helga’s. There was a tornado of colors swirling around them. Her blue and his red, not blending together as mine and my men. The colors died down, accepting each other.

The rose tattoo carried or rather held a shade of my personality in the color 'RED', exploring the blood and emotional part of me and most especially the undeniable 'LOVE' which was the main reason I kept running this race in hopes I would reach the finish line soon, my own tracks, my own rules! Now my long blond hair dyed 'BLUE', was carrying a whole different shade of my personality. I'm not sure yet what part of me it held yet but maybe probably the cold and resilient part, the wavy yet stable part and the undiscovered part, maybe it will be discovered when I finally reach the finish line, the finish line when I avenge my Father's death!. This is the beginning of a whole new ME!. "I AM KA

“For once in your miserable life, Raven, tell the truth. What’s wrong with your child?” Her composure shattered completely. Tears welled in her eyes, and for the first time since I’d known her, Raven Cross looked genuinely vulnerable. “I don’t know,” she admitted brokenly. “The pregnancy just… wouldn’t end. Months kept passing, and the healers said everything was fine, but it wasn’t normal. And when he was finally born, he was…” She swallowed hard. “He’s beautiful. Perfect. But sometimes, his eyes glow. Not gold like a wolf. Red. Like fire. Like something else is looking out through him.”

“I felt— through the bond, I felt something—” He stops abruptly, his eyes widening as he takes in whatever he's seeing. “Kai. Your eyes. They're—” “Red,” Summer finishes. “They've been glowing red for the past ten minutes.” “Not just ref.” Zane's voice carries something like reverence. “Blue too. Red and blue mixed together. I've never seen anything like it.” “What does that mean?” I ask, though I'm not sure I want to know the answer. Zane and Summer exchange a look. Some unspoken communication passing between them.