Remnant Rwby Novels & Stories

Elara stood on the balcony outside her room, the night breeze brushing against her skin like a feather, reminding her that this was real. She truly had come back. The lights of the estate shimmered below her, calm and undisturbed—so unlike the chaos that churned within her.

The storm had clawed its way through the mountains, leaving the air sharp and clean. Inside the small, cluttered cabin, the only sounds were the crackle of the fire in the woodstove and the ragged, wet breathing of the creature on the pallet of blankets. Remi wiped a stray strand of hair from her forehead with the back of her wrist, her hands slick with a salve of comfrey and yarrow. He was a study in contradictions, the body was overwhelmingly male, broad shoulders, a chest dense with muscle, the powerful, tapered waist of a predator. But the wounds that scored his torso and leg were pure animal, the deep, brutal gouges of a territorial fight.

“Always.” The coven bowed.The pack howled victory, birth, new life.The royal red had arrived.The power was anchored.The war was over.But Kai’s pulse slowed.The cost was high. Silverfang Remnants The same night Kael’s POV The camp was empty now tents abandoned, fires cold, only the scorched circle remained.Kael knelt in the ash, fingers brushing the single drop of Ronan’s blood that had survived the portal’s closure still wet, still warm, glowing faintly crimson.The last loyalists gathered around her Rhen, Tor, a handful of others eyes haunted but determined.Rhen’s voice was low.“He’s dead. It’s over.”Kael lifted the drop on her fingertip.“No,” she said softly. “It’s just beginning.”She press

Elsewhere still, also unnoticed, dusky shapes were gliding silently through the birches and oak trees of Shaw Woods, gaunt, ill-defined shapes, newly risen, gathering pace and cohesion, climbing along the ridge known to locals as Duck Blind Point, one of them—the revenant gripping an unclean Bible—fixing its dark sockets on Shaw-Meredith House above where a light shone in the arched windows. But somebody did notice a female form moving through leaves and on down to a fenced corner where a boy remained chained. Her hooded zip-up was open, and she carried a meat cleaver in one hand and a 50,000 volt stun baton in the other. She slowed, creeping nearer like a panther on the scent, licking her l

Hello Guys!!! ❤️❤️💜 That is the end of Ramon and Camilla. Sorry the updates were so slow but I took a lot of time working on this book. Hope you all loved reading the first book and the sequel. Thank-you for reading both the two books, 60 Days and The Return. I can't thank you enough for the reads and support you have shown. I have a new book coming up soon, TAMING TERRA. Please check it out. I will be posting it soon on goodnovel, the edited version.

> “Now… we rebuild. Not from prophecy or pattern. But from presence.” The First Flame bowed its head, its light dimming like a candle kissed by peace. Then, with no ceremony—just stillness—it vanished into the wind. Azriel whispered, “It trusted us.” --- One Remnant lingered. It stepped forward, slower than the others. Its shape began to shift—less storm, more soul. For a fleeting moment, Azriel saw its face. His face. Not identical. Older. Weathered. Tired—but not broken. A version of himself that had seen too much and still carried hope.

With gratitude in her heart, she eagerly swam away to find a safe place for her new treasure. Madissa bobbed excitedly, eager to introduce Joe, Bryan, and Nerissa to the first set of twins in the family. She swiftly swam off, leading the way, and the others followed her. They soon arrived at a pair of young merlings - a merboy with a midnight blue tail adorned with bright blue bioluminescent specs and a mergirl with a modest dress, whose deep amethyst tail shimmered with rose gold bioluminescent specs and holographic tips.

The last time I saw Owen, outside the police station, he gave me four words: "Take care of yourself." End of story. --- The car plunged into the tunnel. The world went dark except for that warm amber glow inside. Then—a blinding flash of white from my phone. Unknown number. "Hello?" It was Owen. "You left something here. Can we meet?"

System alert flashes red. *Rift Event: Underworld Echo Breach – Level 85 Elite Mob Spawn.* *Boss: Remnant Death Lord (Echo) – HP: 500,000,000* We’re on the porch in seconds. The Court armed. Mom and Dad behind us—Mom with her consecrated mici grill fork (don’t ask), Dad cracking knuckles that summon thunder. The rift tears open over Hell’s Half Acre—violet lightning, marigold fog, obsidian skulls rising like balloons.

Two hundred feet below, in a world of crushing pressure and absolute darkness, the struggle continued. Leo Draven felt the icy water invading his lungs, but the adrenaline kept the cold at bay. He had his arm locked around Julian’s throat, but Julian wasn't fighting like a man—he was fighting like a cornered animal. They tumbled through the submerged ruins of the server room, smashing into floating monitors and tangled cables. Suddenly, a flash of blue light illuminated the silt. The Remnant was still there, his hands fused to the manual override lever, his body short-circuiting as the salt water ate through his synthetic nervous system. He looked at Leo, his glowing eyes flickering.