Rwby Amber Novels & Stories

The entire floor pulsed with the chaotic joy of people too hyped up on sugar and competition to care who they bumped into. My eyes swept through the crowd, scanning every machine, every corner, every booth. And then I saw her. My mate. Amber stood by the Dance Dance Revolution setup, casually leaning on one hip, scrolling through the game’s menu like she’d done it a thousand times before. Her long red hair was up in the sexiest messy bun and I could already imagine digging my fingers in and tugging it loose. Despite just standing there, she somehow outshone the entire arcade.

As if he was telling her to bow down before him. Darach had forgotten how fragile Amber's mind was... Instead of bowing down before him, Amber barked out a manic laugh. Wrapping her claws around Darach's neck she sneered. "I'm a warrior, a Queen and I belong to no one." Amber's hair color was changing. They were turning platinum white. Her eyes flashed forest green. The blue light-emitting from her palm caught Darach's eyes and in a blink Darach collided with her closed bedroom door, breaking it from its hinges.

She unlocked it and turned to the front camera. "Hello guys, it's me and I want to show you the new awesome toy my…ummm...adoptive father, Damian Makari got me," Amber said with a bright smile, tapping on the screen to flip the camera. After a whole minute of flaunting the car, she tapped the phone to a space behind the car. With eyes lit up with joy, she pushed the joystick, the car roared forward, racing across the room with a burst of speed. Amyrah jumped with joy as she maneuvered the car around obstacles, navigating through a maze of walls. She pictured herself as a professional race car driver as she, skillfully controlling her machine.

Riftan dropped my hands and wrapped one arm around her torso for a few heartbeats, but I swear that hand lingered around the girl's waist for like a hundred and seven years. All sorts of images flashed through my mind, some of them bordering on murdering a beautiful elf girl and starting World War 10 with all supernaturals. “It’s been so long.” She said as she straightened up and continued glaring at him. Bitch! “Babe, who’s this?” I scooted a little closer to Riftan, my smile matching hers. Her eyes fell on me and her smile instantly dropped. Yeah. Take that. “She’s Amber. She’s the daughter of the commander of Light Elves. I’ve known her since I was young.” And yet I was only finding out a

I followed her quietly. If I wanted to live comfortably after marrying Adrian, which I intend to do, then I needed to be on the brat’s good side. Children had power they didn’t even understand. Especially this one. Adrian’s weakness wore a tiara and carried Rachel’s eyes. Amber’s bedroom door was ajar. Warm lamplight spilled into the hall. I knocked softly before stepping inside. She was sitting on the bed, cross-legged, brushing the doll’s braid with the tiny wooden comb I had bought her weeks ago. Her hair glowed under the light, that same honey shade that used to make the photographers praise during family photos, the same color as Rachel’s.

Amber took her near the gates and made sure that there was a good distance between the house and the gates. She wanted to make sure that Aaron is not able to hear anything and to be more sure she started speaking slowly. She took a deep breath, she had no idea where to start from but she said, “you know April, I know that Bryan is a guardian and so is Aaron. And I am a werewolf, and my sister is a true blood alpha, and right now we need your help we are not sure who to go… you know…” Amber paused as she tried to form sentences but April burst into laughter and Amber frowned when she saw April laughing like that.

Conrad confirms, and Amber nods, puffing on her cigarette. "Do you want to go outside? I feel bad for smoking inside," Amber shrugs, and Conrad nods, offering her hand to help the girl down. Amber takes the hand, jumping down. She's in a pair of biker boots, and a black and dark purple flowery long sleeve mini dress, thick eyeliner surrounding her eyes. "I thought you weren't coming home for another month?" Conrad asks as they walk out of the bathroom, and Amber shrugs. Just as she's about to open her mouth, Atlas appears, his brows furrowed.

Amber winked at her and said, “My treat!” Amber was a redhead attorney with curly long hair. She had gray eyes and pale skin. She was equally an attractive woman in her early thirties, but unlike Scarlett, Amber was a lot thinner. Scarlett, at least, had curves in all the right places. Since Amber’s employment with the Longhills And Hogans Associates, she had her eye on Kaleb Wright. Between the Wright brothers, Kaleb was in charge of the corporate documents. That was how she came to know the man.

she said, taking a step forward as Percy looked over every inch of her like he was trying to see some signs of her abilities etched into her skin. I looked between them. “This is Amber, my mate. And yes, she has abilities and is part of the reason why we still have a werewolf community.” Goddess, it was only a short time ago that I had the greatest night of my life, followed by the worst days in existence. I shared a look with Amber and saw the same disbelief in her face that so much could have possibly happened in such a short amount of time. Yet, we were still no closer to getting rid of Derrick and the rest of his band of sadistic followers.

“But I would love a werewolf fight.” My mate jumped back to her feet and took her position back, holding her hands in the middle, ready to protect herself from Amber's attack. “But I hate you, whore,” Amber smirked and walked away. She had the same mischievous smile on her face, the one she had while entering the pack ground. Amber was up to something for sure, she wasn’t done yet. She stopped just a few inches away from me and held her head in her hands before fainting. She stretched out her hand toward me and I held it to stop her from falling to the floor.