Rwby Black Novels & Stories

How did you save someone who had been raised from birth to be your destruction? "The ritual tonight is more important than ever," I said, turning back to the maps. "We need to find Elias before they can complete whatever ceremony they're planning." "Ceremony?" Brent asked sharply. I hesitated, realizing I'd spoken from intuition rather than knowledge. "I'm not sure exactly. But if they're following the pattern they well be getting him to shift a year early now that I can shift into Diamond they will be trying to get him to shift into her opposite if the normal Blackthorne wolves were traditionally white or gold and Diamond was a mix of both. Would Elias’s follow our bloodlines tradition or w

His screams echoed for a heartbeat before they were choked off. His eyes wide. His throat torn like the feral stab of a cursed blade. My breath was ragged. My vision blurred red as Zorry howled. Howling in a manner she had never howled. “What is happening?” I asked Zorry, a flick of confusion creeping in. And then… silence. I staggered back, shaking, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. Jackson Blackwood lay broken and still, his body twisted, his chest caved in. The cousin of Alpha Volvo Blackwood is dead. And not just an ordinary death, but the death in the hands of an omega. In the hands of dirt.

As the two attacks collided, the space fluctuated with energy. Black storms and Frosty Flames filled the Black Wind Canyon, which shocked the onlooking elemental practitioners. “That should be Tres, also known as Skye, from the 18 Black Wind Riders.” “That's right, Black Storm is his signature!” “Hehe, Skye is a legend in Black Wind Canyon.” The discussions could not stop Philip’s anger. Skye was very powerful, and he could not take him down for a while.

Headlights flared, slicing through the darkness like twin blades. The Ironclaws froze. Eyrix lifted his head weakly. A black motorcycle rolled into view between the trees, its engine a low, predatory purr. The rider was massive, his silhouette broad and dangerous as he killed the engine and swung a leg over the bike. Ryder Blackfang, The Alpha of Blackfang pack. He stepped forward, boots crunching on leaves. He didn’t look at the Ironclaws at first. He looked at Eyrix. Slowly, Ryder crouched in front of him. The man’s eyes were an unnerving, icy gray, reflecting the moonlight. His scent hit Eyrix like a wall—steel, and something darkly intoxicating beneath it.

She flinched, the pain still anchoring her to reality. “How dare you, Seyin!” he growled. He was panting but the anger in his tone was obvious. Seyin’s laugh was his answer, mocking him. Raeya could already feel her body being paralyzed. It was the same feeling. Her body was being prepared to go to the other world. “People should already call you Ryder the Unreliable. You’re late. Again.” It was then that Ryder must have noticed the black essence coming out from her wound. “What the…”

Although he's not the boss, his very position makes him a force to reckon with. Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results.

“Ares! No, let me go!” Ares hand covers mine, halting it so that it can move no further. My mind told me to scream and kick, but something else happened. It’s almost like a camera flash. I blinked, then standing before me is a solid black form. Scales so dark that it was almost like you were looking at the galaxy. Who? Wait. That energy. That’s Ryder, only… Holy shit!

The shift in the air, a heaviness in my chest, they all made sense. The crowd parted like the sea itself bowed to him as he walked towards the forefront and stood. Alpha Ryker Blackthorn. Tall, powerfully built. Dressed in pitch-black leathers that fit like they were tailored to wrap around death itself. His hair was midnight-dark, tousled like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes, gods, those eyes were carved from winter. No warmth, no flicker of curiosity, just ice and piercing. He was beautiful, sinfully handsome.

"Don't come here; I will beat you to death if you come near." But the black wolf didn't mind; it still didn't stop. How come... A familiarity popped into my head as I looked into the black wolf's eyes. "Ryan," I exclaimed happily. Indeed, the black wolf is Ryan. He and Diana are very similar when transformed, except that he is more extensive, and his eyes are like his feathers, a jet-black color. He walked over to me, bent his head to sniff the blood on my leg, and then licked my wound. I was startled and felt a little tickle; I giggled and pushed him away. But Ryan has no intention of stopping; he keeps doing what he wants, and I know it could be that he wants to heal and comfort me.

TW - This story/series is of the dark romance genre that contains many themes of violence, different kinds of abuse, sex of all types, drugs, and it’s entirely fictional. All names, places etc are purely from my imagination and have no connection to real life whatsoever. I will add warnings about particular chapters; however, there may be times when I forget or think it’s not needed. In either case, readers, please be advised. Thank you, and Happy Reading x Eva I cannot believe the little shit cheated on me!