Rwby Beacon Novels & Stories

Emma rasped against his skin, her breath a warm mist in the chilly room. "And you're the only destination I ever wanted," he replied, pulling her into the marrow of his chest. Later, as the moon rose over the peaks, they stood at the window. Far below, a tiny, rhythmic light flickered on the horizon—the Beacon of the Twins. Lyra and Caelum were signaling, a simple "All is well" that didn't require a Stargate to transmit. "The garden is in good hands," Emma said, her eyes reflecting the distant glow.

He didn't think that she was aware that she was touching his shirtfronts, but he was…very aware. "I complied with his request." Bruce didn't feel as if it was his place to give her the details. That was between her and Beast. "I spoke to him right before he shipped out and he asked me to tell you that he explained everything in a message on your phone and that everything is going to be okay…" Bruce cleared his throat and blushed, "and that he loved you. I'm sorry that he couldn't give you the message himself but has already shipped out. Once I notified his new team of the change they were able to assemble quickly. They'll be able to get started later this evening." She stared at him in horro

Father said and joined the hug. "May the Gods guide you and protect you, my sweetest granddaughter. Come back home safely." Grandmama said and smiled at me. The place where she kissed in my hand felt warm. The hug broke and they looked at me like they were saying that I should be proud. I smiled at them and as I go, and went to follow the trail that the book has given me. A small string leading to the end of the forest. I sighed audibly and heard another cry of the phoenix. I guess this is the start of my journey.

"The first one to trigger the beacon at the summit wins the Social Tax. The last one to reach the halfway point by noon is eliminated from the living quarters. They become the Scavenger." He fired the flare. A streak of neon green shot into the red sky. The first hour was a blur of burning muscle and rasping breath. The rock was sharp as glass. Every time my heart rate spiked, the haptic band vibrated against my wrist – a sharp, stinging pulse designed to trigger absolute panic. On the small LED screen, a graph flashed. STRESS LEVEL: 72% – BRENT (SABOTAGE PROTOCOL ACTIVE) I looked up. Brent was twenty feet above me. He was deliberately kicking loose rock down the narrow path.

"Installed it last week. Storms made the lower ground nervous. This one stands." Elira smiled at the girl knotting colored string to a stake. "Why yellow?" The girl shrugged. "Because it's what I want to trail home." And perhaps that was reason enough. --- 9:05 AM — Sector F, Emberpost Archive The orange beacon had faded again, not due to disrepair—but due to rest. Within the nearby building, new shelves had been installed. Not stocked yet. Just waiting. A teen handed Caelan a box of small objects: lanyards, polished stones, bits of wire twisted into loops.

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”