Rwby Beacon Novels & Stories

“It worked.” “It almost killed us.” “But it didn’t.” I sat back, chest heaving. “I hate all of you.” Rowan looked down at the wires again, his breathing still uneven. “Good news, I found the beacon.” “Bad news?” I asked. He lifted his head slowly. Of course there was bad news. “There are two.” I closed my eyes. “Of course there are two.” Kael leaned forward. “Can you disable both?”

It was the beacon, the curse running through her kind that forced her to fall in line. Watching my back, I crouched down by the sky light of the barracks, spotting Martha and dozens of other wizards kneeling, in a trance of the beacon that covered their faces in bright, colorful lights. If I break the beacon, it should drop the hold it has on all the wizards inside, but I can’t fit through this window in wolfen form. I shifted, Randy showing his teeth from the hiding spot just off the pack grounds. He wasn’t happy with my choice, but he knew when I defied my own mate to come here that rules weren’t really on my mind right now.

A glittery crimson Ruby diamond. Raymond's glare brightened instantly at the sight before him. Becca explained what he must do in a whisper and he nodded.

"You broke the machine. You destroyed the Governor. Now, the Earth is finally starting to hear the song again. But there are people in the Northwood 'Omega' wing who don't want the song. They want the silence." The Emotional Stake: The Third Generation "What do you want with my son?" Elena asked, her hand tightening on Leo’s shoulder. "I don't want him, Elena," Mara said, her gaze softening for the first time. "I want to hide him. Because right now, every 'Phoenix' protocol in the world is tracking the vibration in his bones. He isn't a vault anymore. He’s a Beacon." Suddenly, the sky above Singapore was torn open by the roar of low-altitude jets. These weren't Northwood "Wraiths." They were

He held it out, and Kael took it with hands that had gone unsteady, breaking the seal fast, his eyes scanning the words with an intensity that made my whole body go rigid in anticipation. "What does it say," I said, my voice thin. Kael's face had drained of color by the time he looked up. "It confirms the mark," he said. "It says the beacon is active. That whoever's meant to receive its signal already knows, right now, tonight, exactly where we are." The cottage fell into a silence heavier than anything that had come before it. I looked down at Lena, at that small, fading pattern still visible along the crook of her elbow, and felt something cold and absolute settle into my chest.

Where I saw weakness, they would see strength. Bellamy pulled away from me and went to his safe. He opened it and pulled out a beautiful cuff bracelet and brought it to me. He slipped it on my wrist and looked up into my eyes. “I got this from Beatrice long ago. It’ll bring you here if you activate it. It’s a way to portal without needing to have the magic to do so. Tap the center three times in a row if you need to, and it’ll bring you here. Only my portals can break through the wards, so it contains traces of my magic,” he explained.

I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

"The emergency beacon. It might still be operational." My pulse quickened. A beacon. A chance for rescue. "But how do we activate it?" Alexander asked, his voice sharp with urgency. "There should be a manual override switch," Dr. Wright rasped. "It's… under the left panel." Scrambling through the debris in the darkness, my fingers brushed against something metallic. Relief flooded me as I located the switch Dr. Wright described. With trembling hands, I flipped it. A faint hum filled the air, followed by a series of blinking blue lights on the control panel. An agonizing wait ensued, filled with the sound of Sarah's labored breathing and Dr. Wright's shallow gasps.

The same thing I did. Another gate. We reached the ridge by midday. Below us, the village burned—not a phantom like before, but real. Charred bodies, broken stone. But no blood. They hadn’t been killed. They’d been taken. Velza dropped to her knees. “It’s not trying to get through anymore.” “What is it doing?” I asked. “Leaving breadcrumbs. Testing the resonance. Looking for another Beacon.” Kye’s voice was grim. “You said you were the lock and the key. What if someone else finds the keyhole first?”

THE ECHO OF CLAIM Bianca’s POV The moon hovered full and bright, casting pale light across the high ridge. I stood at the edge of the last node we’d activated only hours earlier…the beacon rod still glowing faint gold‑violet in the stone. Below me, the valley stretched out like a map come alive: ridges carved with rune‑lines, rivers shimmering with ward‑light, nodes pulsing with our claim. The howl rose again, deeper this time. A wolf’s voice, but bigger echoing off cliffs, resounding through the trees, vibrating through the stone beneath my boots. I raised my blade, twin‑crescent hilt catching moon‑glow. The stormline we engineered answered.