Remnant Rwby Novels & Stories

It had been one week since I "died" on the Billton Hotel terrace. During that week, I was not completely unaware. I had a long, strange dream filled with bizarre lights and shifting shadows. In the dream, the mechanical voice of the system rang out again. [Transaction complete. Host Aaron Hutchinson's original body has perished. Soul-transfer program initiating. Target vessel: Sebastian Whitmore, biology heir rendered brain-dead in a car accident.] When I opened my eyes again, I saw the snow-white ceiling of a top private hospital.

The monsters within Hot breath floated in the darkness beside me; bittersweet from the lumpy, pink fruit being shoved into the bleeding mouth hungrily. A fresh scratch ran over a flushed cheekbone, the exposed wound being smothered with the juices of the fruit that dripped along the path underneath our feet. Sparkling eyes locked onto mine; so full of life and the ugliness of the world they had witnessed. How on earth did they belong to someone dead? “Pay attention, Moon” Royce gasped between mouthfuls of fruit, shining the torch he held over the area before us “this is no time to be dawdling.”

I walked towards the back of our house where our swimming pool was; thinking they're all enjoyinf themselves. "Mom? Dad--" I wasn't able to finish my words when I saw the whole image of the pool area. The side of the pool was filled with hello kitty standees while rose petals formed into an image of a giant hello kitty floated there. Suddenly, the sound of the music started. I figured it out I figured it out from black and white Seconds and hours Maybe they had to take some time Afterwards, my friends and his friends emerged out of nowhere, followed by my parents and his. They were all holding onto a white rose. I even wanted to laugh, now that I'm looking at it closely, I noticed the small

It would be better to just remain at the academy since she had no other place to go. “I had actually planned to sneak out to go see Gwen, but now that you've said this, I guess I don't have to anymore.” Cruella said, and Carly chuckled. “That's not the behavior of a princess, you rebellious tribrid.” She joked. Cruella was about to respond when they heard a knock on the door. Carly walked toward the door and opened it. It was one of their dorm mates. “Hey Carly, is Cruella in?” The red-haired girl asked. She's a witch, a descendant of powerful witches just like Sebastian.

The extent to which they could master them depended on their own capabilities. Having received a wealth of information, Noel and Winnie were immediately overjoyed. They wasted no time and promptly followed the instructions, racing ahead to the outer battlefield. James waved the Courageous Tower, releasing a burst of Courageous Power. A wave of remnant souls at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation’s Consummation instantly emerged and instantly surrounded the siblings. Observing Noel and Winnie nimbly weave through the remnant souls, Lyla commented emotionally. “Blood ties indeed hold a natural connection and sway.”

[3:32pm] I ran towards the garden, very expectant. I walked to the bench where we normally sat and looked all around it but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. My last hope was dashed and I felt my knees weaken. A strong wind blew across and I noticed that the sky wasn't looking so kind. I sat down on the bench hoping to gather strength to walk back to my room and face the reality that had just dawned on me. I looked up at the roof of the shade and noticed a thick white note sticking out from one of its ends. I could swear that paper wasn't there the previous day.

“I don’t remember him. Buddy does. He wants to return to Crimson Dawn but I don’t remember. I don’t understand why I’m afraid of everyone and everything but I don’t think I can handle returning yet.” He’s nearing tears again as he shakes his head, placing his hands on his ears. “Buddy please. I hear you. I understand you want to go to the place you know as home but I don’t know him. I don’t remember any of what you’re telling me and I am scared. I want to return to what’s familiar. Please Buddy. I need you to understand it has nothing to do with your insistence on returning to Red Fang. I don’t remember Red Fang. I don’t remember Crimson Dawn. You hold the key to my memories and you don’t wa

"For now. But this wasn't random. The Shadow's remnants are gathering strength. We've only delayed the inevitable." Ruby nodded, her expression grim. "Then we keep fighting. We've come this far. We're not stopping now." The team began their trek back to the base, the whispers fading into the distance. The battle was over, but the war was far from finished. As they walked, the faintest tendrils of shadow clung to the edges of the horizon, a chilling reminder that the fight was far from over.

Lana’s POV The council room smelled of ink and damp parchment. Maps covered the table; cups of untouched tea cooled beside them. Warren stood at the head, the strip of charcoal in his hand tapping the edge of the northern pass. “The Remnant isn’t an army,” he said. “Not yet. They’re scattered cells using old routes, feeding on fear. We cut the roads, we cut the voice.” Grayson leaned forward. “Scouts confirmed movement near the river bend last night. Small fires, maybe twenty men.”

That crimson blood seemed to spread like a river, flowing down from the stairs where I stood, spreading across the floor of the first level—like a stream leading straight to the Omega maid’s quarters in the northwest corner of the first floor, where Irina stayed. Lucien, supporting Irina, walked upon it. In three days, I swore, it would swallow him whole.