Rwby Black Novels & Stories

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

“Thank you, Owen.” He leaned down and my heart began to race. The way he was leaning in, was he going to kiss me? Instead, he placed a loving kiss to my forehead. “I care about you, Willie. Blackwater’s changed since you left. People have changed and they’re on edge because of the Alpha transition. Please promise me you’ll be careful?” I nodded and blinked away the mist that was clouding my vision. He kissed me. He said he cared about me. “I promise.” He gave me a firm squeeze and his eyes lit up as he face erupted into a large, goofy smile. “Good.”

I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement. I looked at Princess Lyra, she was shaking as well, and her face looked displeased. I looked at her wrist and saw a faint line there. I gasped, it was the same line that had appeared on my wrist last night. I hated it because I knew what that meant. " Go ahead" he stretched out a knife and handed it to me. I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl.

The bold letters practically glaring at me. Kai Blackthorn. Rank 1. Strength: 10/10. My breath caught. 10/10? My stomach twisted and all I could do was stand there, my pulse hammering in my chest as I suddenly felt a wave of weakness in my bones. And for the first time in Ravencrest territory, I felt truly powerless.

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

My breath quickened. His touch was different from Levi. Where Levi’s touch had been fire and hunger, Nate’s was control and power. Both devastated me in completely different ways. I couldn’t hear the priest’s words. Couldn’t focus past Nate’s hand on my back and Levi three feet away and the fact that my body was betraying me by responding to both. “I would like to acknowledge our witnesses. Standing as best man, Nate Blackthorne’s brother and second-in-command of the Shadowmoon Pack, Levi Blackthorne.”

Other freed prisoners joined in, a wave of desperate bodies trying to overwhelm one unstable hybrid. Vex cut through them like they were nothing. She backhanded Marcus across the corridor. Caught Riley by the throat and lifted her off the ground. "Stop!" Marcus screamed. But Riley's eyes flashed gold. She grabbed Vex's wrist with strength that surprised everyone, including herself. "I'm a Blackwood," she growled. "And Blackwoods don't quit." She twisted free, landing in a crouch beside her father. Together, they attacked again. Zane, the young vampire I'd met earlier, appeared from the shadows. He wasn't weak and scared anymore. His eyes were bright red, fed and powerful.

I took the file, opened it, and saw the name of this maid: Pyra Ruby Blackwood. It read. Picking up the photograph of Pyra Blackwood, I watched her portrait clearly. She was beautiful. With her mop of red hair cascading down her back, perfectly accentuating her delicate and soft face, framed by a high cheekbone. A smile was plastered on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes; her dull crimson eyes lacked it, seemingly to hold a story of their own. Her skin was as pale, shimmering like fallen snow in the winter.

A title that would make other she-wolves quiver after hearing. It was that moment that Brayden entered the scene. He was wearing all black robe with black wolf fur at the sides and on its hem. “Wow, you look beautiful, Alora.” – he said without expression If that was intentional or a simple slip of the tongue, Alora could not tell. However, it made her blush. Well, anything Brayden says about her makes her blush so it’s not a bizarre event. “Thank you, Great Beta. You look stunning as well.” – she said and he didn’t respond.

“You look like you’re about to bolt.” “I feel like I’m about to,” I mutter. She snorts. “It’s just your birthday ceremony. You know, the one you’ve been excited for since forever?” “I wasn’t expecting my wolf to be…” I hesitate, lowering my voice. “Like this.” Lyra gives me a look—concern mixed with curiosity—but before she can respond, something shifts in the crowd. Like the air itself changes weight. And then I see him. Raithe Blackwood.