Rwby Ciel Novels & Stories

a girl interrupted Celia before her hand could touch my cheek for which I was very thankful. But I could not shake off the strange feeling, I had never seen that woman in my life and yet for some reason, I felt a weird familiar feeling. The girl was the exact opposite of Celia, she was the tallest among the group but was wearing a similar dress, and her color was coral. She had brown hair, a baby face like her mother but she was not smiling at all. Her full cheeks were pink like her lips and her grey eyes only had seriousness. "Celia is the coven leader and this is Ruth her daughter," Orion introduced the other girl who looked almost close to my age.

The ripple of fear and curiosity moved like a wave through the crowd. "My bad," Rhaenan said lazily, though the reluctance in his voice was obvious. He wove his fingers through the air, and his wings shimmered before disappearing, cloaked by his magic. Without them, he appeared human—except for his pointed ears, which still gave him away. Caelora, however, continued to draw more attention. Her ethereal beauty stood out against the drab surroundings, her skin almost light blue, like porcelain in the sunlight. She looked like she had stepped out of a dream or some ancient painting.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Belladonna. My name is Rosellia Laurel, you may call me Rose or Lia. I'm in my third year. I am one of the Pillars and is known as Jade Mantis." She reached her hand out to me, her wings the same color as her eyes fluttered for a bit as she moved forward. I quickly but gently held her hand and shook it. "Pleasure is all mine, Lia. You may just drop the honorifics, too, and feel free to call me Cyan." I returned her grin, glad that she was unlike the previous guy. "Ah, then looking forward to getting along with you, Cyan." "Likewise." We pulled our hands back, yet kept the smiles on our lips.

Frya is a rare werewolf, legendarily named the Wild Beast and she learned of her real nature years after she lost all her family, save one brother, in the Great Battle, inspired by the Sisterhood. Now tinted with the mark of revenge, Riyin, alongside his best friend, Frya, embark on the quest to find the Sisterhood, a coven of the most powerful witches, the Violet Witch included, and avenging his family's death. Through fights, hunger, and many brushes with death, they finally find the Sisterhood, but they are not ready for what they meet.

Ayla felt sad for the two griffins and hoped that the Arch-Mage would find a way to save Cyan. “May I get close to Cyan?” Rhobart asked. When Eydyia gave her approval, Rhobart went to Cyan and put his hand on the griffin. His eyes turned silver, and he gritted his teeth. “There is something foul inside Cyan. It feels like a splinter of evil.” “You can feel what’s wrong with Cyan?” asked Atlas. Rhobart shrugged. “It is not the first time I touched an animal and knew what was wrong with him. Anyway, whatever is inside Cyan hid its presence the moment he felt me. I can’t feel it anymore.”

CHAPTER THREE RACHEL’S POV “What, Rachel? Are you serious?” Cecilia asked for the 100th time. Cecilia, my best friend, had grown up with me. A striking model and influential social media figure, She was also the ambassador for my jewelry line. With her long, flowing ebony hair, piercing blue eyes, and model-like figure, she had seen the news and rushed over to my house to confirm if it was just a rumor or fake. I assured her I was aware and fully supportive of it.

Speaking of which, Ruby shifted into her second form and poured out a gush of water from her hands towards nothingness. “Chaze, mimic Ruby!” Rin shouts which caused me to do exactly what he said. I launched a strong wind attack in front of me and to my surprise it hit something. I poured more power and suddenly something shattered all around us. The fog was expelled as if it was being kept inside a bottle, as if we were in a bottle. Once it cleared several centaurs were standing around us. Me and Ruby quickly leaped back and joined each other with our backs together. We waited for them to strike but nothing happened. They just stared at us as if they were statues.

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

"I will punish you in regret. I told you never to hurt my Arlcia." Morgan, regardless of the other party's expression, immediately pulled Cia's weak body. He picked her up without hesitation and immediately walked to the edge of the gaping room. Lief and Lave who were in the bubble immediately followed. On that side, Morgan's wings opened and stretched splendidly. Hers is no less beautiful than Cia's, it's a light blue color that spoils the eye. They flew and entered through the moonlight that still faithfully shone even when it was drizzling. Zeno was rooted to the spot, watching Cia leave, why does it hurt so much? Has he gone too far?

Rowen asked, looking from me to Raziel. “Rayne is a Reaver with Wolf focused abilities.” Raziel finally said. Neither brother said anything, but the slow inhale from Rowen, and the subtle seat shift from Ramses, told me everything I needed to know. These tiny, nonverbal cues conveyed a wealth of information, hinting at the complex, simmering tensions that lay just beneath the surface.