Remnant Rwby Novels & Stories

Grunting, I tried through— only to stop halfway. In a distance, not too far away and over a small, algae filled pond, was my mate. Damien. He was not alone; Lily was with him. I wanted to pretend like it did not sting, like I did not care one bit. But the mate bond which I had not yet destroyed tugged violently at me. My almost inexistent wolf seemed to growl within, stirring— angry. “Alpha…Alpha we should not be here. It is not right of us. You know that.” Lily's voice was as still and gentle as the water body beneath her.

“Then what the hell is it?” The figure finally stood tall seven feet of seething ruin. Its form was not stable, shifting as though it fought to keep its shape. Its mouth opened, and when it spoke, the sound came not from its lips but from the very air around them. **“The Cradle shattered. The Gate fell. But you woke me instead.”** Aria’s pulse thundered. “Who are you?” It turned its head toward her slowly, as if amused by the question. **“I am the Remnant. The piece left behind when the gods burned themselves from memory.”**

Andrea clutched her hand, whining, "Ow! This bracelet is way too clunky. It bashed my hand." Her smug glance at me spoke volumes. The burn on my hand from the wax still throbbed, but I ignored it, slipping out as they swarmed around her in a frenzy of concern.

she vowed. Together, they watched the last flickers die—not in darkness, but in the promise of dawn yet to come Epilogue The Ember That Remains The embers pulsed low in the ceremonial brazier, casting soft golden light across the stone walls of the newly built Ember Hall. Around them, shelves filled with reclaimed manuscripts and recovered sigils whispered of ancient wisdom not hoarded, but shared. A circle of chairs stood unoccupied for now, waiting not for secrecy, but for seekers.

she shrugged. “Okay, so then we need something new and borrowed.” Aggie said. “Here,” Remi held out a bracelet with purple, red and pink gemstones. “This is my favorite bracelet, so you can borrow it.” She said and snapped it around Ryle’s wrist. “Remi, are you sure?” Ryle asked. “It’s beautiful.” She said lightly running her fingers over the stones. “Of course, besides, I’ll get it back tomorrow.” Remi chuckled, “and I know where you live.”

I walked past her calmly. I didn't stop or even glance at her. The sound of my shoes echoed across the polished marble floor, steady and clear as I walked farther away. Her figure, along with the magazine in her hand, remained behind in the shadow of the bright city lights. The floating comments kept scrolling. [Now this is a real male power-fantasy story!] [All that distance he walked, and he never once looked back.] [The real story of his life is only just beginning!]

She had been waiting for this. We collided in midair—fangs and claws, fury and speed. The Remnant fought like a nightmare. But I didn’t back down. I couldn’t. Every blow reminded me who I was. Every scar was a page in my story. I howled, the sound shaking the sky. And when the Remnant lunged for my throat—I twisted and drove my claws into its chest, straight through the old wound that hadn’t healed. The beast fell. And I stood over it—bloodied, panting—but unbroken.

Darkness swallowed everything except the faint blue-white glow of the thing’s body and the golden haze pouring off Kael’s aura. Then the Remnant opened its mouth. There were no teeth. No tongue. Just a spiraling void that pulled air into it like a slow inhale. The wards cracked overhead. Lira cursed and thrust her hands forward. Sigils flared to life in front of her, slamming into a barrier that wavered like stretched glass and then shattered. The Remnant didn’t even flinch. Kael didn’t wait. He lunged. His blade met the Remnant’s arm with a sound like metal striking wet stone. The creature rippled, the hit landing, but distorting, warping, refusing to break.

Her red hair was in a tight bun and her black dress came to her knees, covering everything so the only thing you could actually see was her leg from the knee down. "I will see you back at the house. I still have some packing to do," Jackson smiled and then walked off, leaving me with Blake and Jamie. It seemed that everyone else had disappeared a while ago and they were probably at the pack house now, enjoying the buffet which had been spread out of everyone to enjoy at the end of the service; there were even some pictures of Lex throughout his life around the place.

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going