Remnant Rwby Novels & Stories

Even the usual night sounds crickets, owls, wind were missing. “Kye,” I said softly. “We’re not alone.” His spear was in his hands before the sentence finished. “How close?” “Not close enough to strike yet,” I whispered, closing my eyes. I could feel them. Not the cloaked ones. Not the creature. “They’re not enemies,” I added. “But they’re not allies either.” Mira frowned. “Then what are they?” “Remnants,” I said. Finnick sat up slowly, wincing. “Of what?”

Lora stepped back and turned to get up on the bus. "Goodbye, Rademos. I'll return your jacket to you whenever I run into you at school." "That's alright. Take care, Lora." Immediately Rademos turned back towards the direction that would take him home; he felt an evil dark force try to break free from within him. The force gripped him so hard that he stood still in the middle of the road while battling it. His honey-colored pupils had gone as dark as night. "Hey man, get out of the way!"

The war continued, but Rylan's sacrifice lingered as a beacon of redemption, a testament to the complexities of loyalty and the unwavering commitment to protect those held dear. As the echoes of Rylan's sacrifice still lingered in the air, Luna and Alpha Burst, poised to continue the battle against the sinister group's hunters, were met with an unexpected turn of events. A group of formidable warriors, their presence commanding attention, entered the fray. Their movements were fluid, a dance of precision and power, as they seamlessly integrated into the ongoing clash.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Rowan said slowly, “that whatever sealed power you broke to end Lucian’s curse may have left something behind. A remnant, perhaps. Something that now walks free.” Lyra’s pulse skipped. The word “remnant” struck deep, a shadow from every nightmare she’d had since the war. The nights she woke cold, certain she’d heard whispers that didn’t belong to her. “I would’ve sensed it,” she argued, but her voice lacked the conviction she wanted. Helene tilted her head. “Would you? Or has your connection to it weakened over time?” The air in the chamber thickened. Lyra’s hands pressed flat against the table, grounding herself.

Chapter Two: The Sanguine Ascent Dawn didn't break over the island – it bled. A jagged line of red sliced through the horizon, lighting up the Obsidian Ridge. The heat was already a physical weight pressing against my chest. I stood at the base of the trail wearing a matte – black tactical suit that clung to my skin like a second layer of armour. On my wrist, the haptic band glowed a steady, menacing blue. Beside me, the competition was a study in panic. Sloane checked her boots with cold precision. Xavier was sweating through his shirt. And then there was Brent.

Isabell and I clashed once more, throwing each other away and diving back again. Remi came up again. I held my hand out in his direction, but instead of me diving towards me, he shot towards her. Lightning burst from Isabell's hand at him along with a scream of rage. I took the moment to slice at her arm with my sword. She flew backward. Remi's scream filled the air as he tumbled down towards the angry trees. My eyes watched him disappear in horror.

"These areas were also investigated and it's not good. They found more remains." "Remains?" Lucas raised his scarred eyebrow. "They're mass graves." Alex replied. "We think we have found the missing Blue Mountain pack." Before any of the males could speak again, Ursula burst into the room, her eyes wide. Ordinarily Lucas would have something to say about people barging into a meeting uninvited but when he saw the look of horror on his friend's face, any thoughts of reprimanding the witch went out the window. His first thought was something was wrong with Chloe. He had left her with Ursula after all and yet he couldn't feel anything through the mate bond that he hadn't felt before.

was a "Voluntary-Duet." But the 150,000-word history has one final "Entropic-Turn." In the "Deep-A****n," the Remnant-Symmetrics have sensed the "Amethyst-Resonance," and they see it as a "Corruption." They are beginning to grow a "Black-Sombra"—a strain of the fungus designed not to "Link" or "Heal," but to "Silent" the "Resonance" forever. The "War of the Atmosphere" is over, but the "War of the Frequency" is just beginning.

I carved deeper, ensuring no trace remained, no scar tissue that could be mistaken for his property. I dropped the piece of me into the flames. It sizzled. Smelled of charred meat and old oaths. The bond shuddered—and died. Across the distance, through the severed thread, I felt him. Leon. A scream echoed in my mind—not mine. His. Distant, tearing, as the backlash struck. The Alpha power draining from him like blood from an open vein. I felt his knees hit stone in his packhouse, felt his wolf howl in agony as the moon turned her face away from him.