Rose Rwby Novels & Stories

That's very fair. He smiled wryly at the thought of Rose and Lucas in the clouds. SWOOSH! "Huh?" Rion was a little surprised when he felt 'something' stuck in his shoulder. His brows winced. "Needle?" He arched an eyebrow after pulling out the small object. He looked at it closely. A gust of wind made his hair flutter as the leaves around him. The sound of birds chirping and rustling leaves made the brown-haired woman, who was lying by the river, fluttered her lashes.

She went back to Seb. Sonya gave another giggle, turning to Rose. "Thank you, now," she crossed her arms over her white coat. "What're you doing with my patient?" Rose was trying to move Seb, roll him from what it looks like. "I have a suspicion." Was all she said, struggling for a moment longer before she sighed and stepped back. Raising her hand at Seb, she spoke the Wiccan word for control...I think...and Seb moved like a puppet on a string.

The things people couldn’t see or hear was what intrigued her the most. “Well good morning young Robin.” Rosalie smiled happily as she watched the beautiful Robin float down to an area in front of her. She had stopped her motion forward to give it time and sure enough it pulled out a slimy brown worm that wiggled in its orange beaks. His bright red chest told her it was male to which she assumed the worm was for his mate. He ruffled his grey feathers and flew away. She smiled happily thinking and hopping one day she would be able to find that to. A man that would protect her from anything but would love her like she was a porcelain doll.

Putting the thought of her lost wallet aside she continued to unpack her backpack until she came across a broken picture frame of her mother. “No , why did it break!" Rose quickly removed the picture out if her bag and stared at the broken frame, this is one of her best pictures of her mother. The woman in the picture looked similar to Rose with the same gray eyes, but unlike Rose who had black hair, the woman had ginger colored hair and wore a wicked and sinister smile on her face. Ruby Walker, the only child and daughter of the Walker family. Apart from her family status and reputation, Ruby had her own reputation and was known as the red-headed witch of California.

he suggested, only to fly backward and hit a dead tree. Rosa glanced over at Rory, now skeptical. Rory closed her eyes and began waving her hands while murmuring a spell. Very soon a soft burst of blue began to emit from her fingertips. It extended towards Rosa and weaved a cocoon around her body. Once done with the task, she opened her eyes. "She won't be able to harm you again," Rory assured her. Rosa was still not very convinced. She stared into the depth of the cave which was filled with seamless darkness before stepping into the cave. The cave shook with a loud scream.

I’m still trying to figure out a way to make hoverboards that actually hover without wheels. “What new novel are you reading, Rose?” I asked. A collective groan came from the other werewolves in the car. Rose had a love of paranormal romantic fiction. I had to correct a few misconceptions about werewolves when she found out my whole family were werewolves. It’s so ingrained in her psyche that she has me give her a hickey on a certain spot of her neck every few days. She’s also planning on getting matching tattoos there when we’re eighteen.

We ran towards the garden, I found myself chasing butterflies while my parents cheered excitedly. "Come. I want to show you something" Royce said and grabbed my hand, pulling me excitedly. We got to a lake and royce knelt down, pulling me down along with him. "Look Roselle, what do you see?" he asked,staring at out reflection in the water. I looked back at my reflection, surprised to see that I looked exactly as I did ten years ago, I hadn't even aged one bit. everything was just like it was before, perfect and peaceful. I completely forgot about pain and revenge.

I stored that information away for future reference now that I was going to a place completely filled with them. The salty air mixed with the rocking of the ship wasn't doing any good for my stomach so I headed back inside the ship. I stopped at my brother's level and spotted them at a dingy table playing a card game. Felix looked up and spotted me right away. Before I would have assumed that was because he was really aware of his surroundings but now I think it's more to do with his vampiric capabilities. "Hey, Rose, had enough of the salty air?" "Yeah. What are you guys playing?" I take a seat in the spare chair.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

The baby cried, louder this time, but her cries seemed to carry a strange resonance, as if the very woods shuddered in response. The assassins closed in. I could hear their boots, their growls, their laughter. “Kill the brat first,” one hissed. “No!” My scream tore from my chest, raw and primal. The first blade slashed toward us and then, light erupted. Roses glowed, soft at first, then blinding. The pearl inside her flared, sending a pulse of power that knocked the assassin backward as though struck by an invisible hand. He hit a tree with a sickening crack.