Robyn Rwby Novels & Stories

So slit my throat or burn me against a tree if I wanted to save an innocent unborn child's life. They'd rather me risk a child's chance at living for the safety of the pack. So what did that say about their pack values? I heard rustling behind me and I twisted my head around and saw Faye. Her blonde hair was braided today and she was trying to hide behind a tree but had successfully failed. "Hi, Faye," I called out and then turned back to stare at the clear blue water below in the spring. I could feel the heat emanating from it as a cloud of steam rose to the surface.

I don’t know how he isn’t taken – lord knows there’s a line a mile long of girls waiting for their chance. I guess that would make Rob the funny friend. He’s lanky and awkward, with a mop of curls that look like permanent bedhead. His eyes bulge out of his head, overshadowed by a somewhat bumpy nose – part due to his Jewish side and partly due to him breaking it as a kid. He’s definitely not a ladies’ man, but he’s got a lot of platonic girl friends. Rob’s a little slow on the uptake, but he’s always there to back you up even if he doesn’t understand what’s going – much like right now. Instead of pestering us with questions, he shrugs and dumps the snacks on Kieran’s bed, then starts retelli

I pinched the bridge of my nose while my shoulders were shaking with laughter. I could feel her heated glare burning holes into me, which just made me laugh even harder. There was the sound of the champagne flute clinking as she placed it down. She then used both of her hands to prise mine away from my now reddened face. “Ok, last one,” Ruby announced, holding up three fingers. “Number three: this is probably the most embarrassing. It’s about my dog, Storm. I swear, he was practically human. And I mean, he was so smart, Caleb. I used to imagine that it’d be so cool, if, by some magic, he could transform into a human. You know? I used to wonder what he would be like.” She squealed, and shied

Robert stepped in, his expression grim, breaking the fragile silence. “Sir,” he began, voice clipped, “we’ve received a report about Ruby.” Alexander straightened instantly, his tone shifting from melancholy to steel. “What about her?” “She’s been more active than usual. After the first assassin failed to complete the job on Marcus, she’s hired another one. A man named Hollis Crane—former mercenary, now working freelance.” Robert paused, gauging Alexander’s reaction. “She’s ordered him to finish what the first couldn’t. Marcus is the target again.”

CHAPTER 4 TAYLOR “Your name is Taylor Anya Fitzroy and you're an orphan. You lost your parents in an accident at fifteen and your grandpa died after you graduated from high school. You're twenty two years old, you lived in an apartment which was close to where you formerly worked as a barista at a Cafe and your boyfriend… Well, now your ex-boyfriend is Malcolm Doe.” Mr Rover listed every single information about myself while he sat before me in the mansion's living room but all I could think about was the amount of blood I just witnessed out there when he shot those bodyguards in their knees and hands.

Nazir and I reach the border in the woods first. I decided it would be safer not to shift, staying in our human form for now. The border is decided by the ravine, and it's almost perfect how the set of trees doesn't grow in one line, signifying this split between the territories. According to Rheyes, going further than this is dangerous; the rogues roam these woods and communicate too well with each other. There are two big rogue packs; one is in the east, where Rheyes has done his work, and one in the west.