Rwby Beacon Novels & Stories

“That mark didn’t just pick you out of nowhere, Maya. I don’t know what it wants from us yet, but we can’t keep pretending it isn’t there.” The bell rings just then, making us both jump. As we stand up, I glance down at my bucket and the moonpetals inside have finally turned the deepest shade of blue I’ve ever seen, glowing like tiny pieces of sky. “Meet me after dinner,” Ryder says, already heading for the door. “By the old oak tree at the edge of the Woods Beyond. I’ll show you what my mom taught me about keeping the Balance steady and why we need to find out who’s trying to tear it apart.”

I finally stopped at the Copacabana beachfront to feel the sea breeze for a while. I needed this time alone to think about the things around me. The hours went by and when I looked at my cell phone it was already late. Soon my cell phone rang. - Hello? - I answered when I saw that it was my mother - Calm down mom...it's ok...mom...- I rolled my eyes - I just lost track of time. - Do you realize how worried I was? - She was shouting from the other side, "I thought someone had kidnapped you! Or that something had happened.

“That… is more than I could really ask for, I think.” “Well, prepare to be amazed. That’s only part of it. If, at any time, you feel as though they are infringing on your wishes.” He pulled a necklace out of his pocket. “You only need to activate this beacon. It will knock out anyone within five hundred yards of you and erect a barrier until I can get here.” He held it out to me and showed me how it worked. When I held it in my hand, the crystal started to glow with a soft white light like the light of the moon. I took it and settled it around my neck.

Once she was done, she pulled out of her Machine Trance, and reopened comms to the command ships. “Rhylen Terra’s port beacon is ours,” she said.

Somewhere in the shadows, the blinds trembled as if holding back the city’s chaos—as if the room itself was waiting, patient and watchful, for him to speak. Declan Patridge stood far away in front of his unlit fireplace with his back to Andrew, his hand buried deeply in his pockets, sleeves rolled past his elbow—the epitome of a man winding down after another busy day, but still, Andrew gulped—the sound loud enough to grab Declan's full attention. “What brings you back here?” His somber voice landed like a blade in the haunting echoes of the office. The strains of Swan Lake bled softly through the office, all strings and sorrow, echoing against the tall windows like a memory that refused to

A deep, distant rumble echoed through the peaks. Aaron shot awake instantly, daggers drawn. “What now?” Sylra was already moving. “That wasn’t thunder.” We rushed outside. The storm had cleared, revealing the horizon—and what we saw made the air freeze in our lungs. The Riftlands glowed brighter than before, threads of crimson and gold lightning webbing through the clouds above it. The tears were growing. “The connection,” Sylra whispered. “The other bearer is pushing through.” I felt it then—a pulse that wasn’t mine. A heartbeat that synchronized with mine for a split second before breaking away again.

I say, and laugh, because a witch thinks timing is a weapon and I think the same thing about practice. “Echo wants rails,” Adrian says, watching me read, reading me, always. “Echo can have rails at last light,” I answer. “With witnesses.” Becky clicks into my ear. “Heads up, foundry team, a Rainbow shark just circled daycare. River and I filed bites. Also, your bell goddess says hello from the east bridge and promises stupid things.” “Copy,” I say. “Tell her I said her handwriting is a try-hard.” “She’ll hear,” Becky sings, smug.

For the first time, they were leaving the ground of the True Real. "Look," Elara whispered, pointing out the window. The moon loomed ahead, no longer a distant lantern but a massive, terrifying landscape of craters and shadow. And there, sitting on the highest peak, was the Observer: a sleek, silver tower of Architect technology, its violet eye blinking like a slow, rhythmic heart. "It’s not just watching," Rhys said, his voice trembling as he looked at the sensor readings. "It’s charging. It’s not a recorder anymore, Elara. It’s a Beacon. It’s calling the fleet to our exact coordinates."

At first, she thought it was the nymph thing, but then again, she seemed to like Zephyra well enough. Zephyra took a breath, not sure what to say to that. Instead, she decided to introduce Brady. “Mrs. Apolea, I’d like you to meet Brady Shaw. He’s a TWRA officer here to investigate the animal deaths. He’s also an old friend of mine.”

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.