Rwby Carmine Novels & Stories

He asked back. "Don't answer a question with a question" "Nothing" he said "you're just so freaking beautiful" he added under his breath hoping I wouldn't hear "Why, thank you Chris" I said "you're pretty handsome too" I replied as his neck upwards turned red "You weren't meant to hear that" he said as his face resembled a fire truck making me chuckle softly. "Awwwwn. Cwisy bwaby is blushing" I taunted as I pinched his cheeks and walked to my house "bye Cwisy bwoy" I yelled as I heard him chuckle.

He blew into it and exhaled the smoke. "Why do I have a ring Rhyker?" I asked with a frown on my face, my mind was honestly wishing that he proposed to me to be his fiancée. Deep down, I know it isn't true. "Think about Hemilia, what does the red ruby mean for Rosla?" He laughed and picked up his coffee mug, I frowned even deeper and looked at the ring that had a small ruby in the middle. Rubies in Rosla are really important and it meant for—

"But as I said, as long as a relative of mine is still alive, we are not oblige to do so. Thanks to Mamang Turiya." "Who is that?" "My grandfather's cousin." "So, what now?" "You understand right, that I came here not to make you propose to me or something? I came here because I am finding something, as what I said, the Vermilion. The one thing that could stop the Malignobons. And I believe if l could find it, we will not get oblige to stick to each other forever anymore. There's a story that our ancestors had told us. It's about the Vermilion. Once found, it would grant the catcher to have two wishes. I promise you once I find it, one of those wishes that I will make is to break the treaty

Through half-lidded, heavy eyes, I saw him. Ryu stood tall, primal fury radiating from every inch of his body. His Alpha aura—raw, untamed, furious—crackled in the air like a brewing storm. His form blurred at the edges, flickering between man and beast, his wolf fighting to the surface, thirsting for blood. And then... my gaze dropped to the ground. There, sprawled lifeless in a pool of his own blood, was Craig. His body was twisted unnaturally, throat torn open, eyes wide in a frozen mask of terror. His blood painted the floor like a warning—an ugly, crimson masterpiece of justice.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

PERCY She was watching me now, with that doe -caught – in – the – headlights look that was so innocently provocative and I wondered how I had missed it all this while. I slowly traced her bow shaped bottom lip, and watched her tremble as I heard her breath hitch. ‘’There are very few articles on Amelia Rhinehart, why is that?’’ I asked softly and watched the confusion cloud her eyes. ‘’ Vampires, we try to keep a low key, it’ll be difficult to explain the fact that we don’t age.’’ She said nervously, even though she was trying to pretend that she was unaffected.

“You don’t have to ask me to drink, you know. I know you can hold that alcohol.” “You won’t get annoyed when I do get drunk out of arse?” she just asked, getting inside the car as she put the jacket over her legs. Lucas followed, driving off as he peers over to her, taking her hand in his before sighing contently. “I’ve seen worse things about you~” “Like what?” Rojean asked, squeezing his hand with a pout on her lips. “That you’re so goddamn beautiful, men can’t leave you alone for one minute.”

Four matches passed in a blur of footwork, sparks, and strained breaths. A few impressive. Most forgettable. The crowd, still buzzing from Nyomei’s performance, was hungry for the next highlight. They didn’t have to wait long. “Next match—Lotanni Ryel versus Bryon Aros.” A hush settled. The name Bryon alone drew tension. Petrusia’s second-in-command. Royal werewolf. Born with both privilege and power, and trained like a weapon since childhood.

“Hunters never go that far. We hunt with an arrow or a dagger when we're attacked.” “Stop defending.” He growls. “Answer the damn question now or I can make Tessa talk on your behalf.” “I want to avenge my brother, Hale.” “The guy in the picture?” My head nods. “He was brutally killed, and before his last breath, he uttered…The Alpha's son.” “Raven Aylestone, my mysterious cousin.” He rolls his bottom lip. “What's with the Red Ruby?” “Lozark Aylestone hired a witch long back and made a gem with his dead mate's blood and flesh to make his wolf stronger. The ruby is unique; it can cure cursed ones and gives strength to your wolves.”