Rwby Cinder Novels & Stories

As soon as I spoke the words, a strange wave of air struck my eardrums. The feeling touched my throat, as well. The posie flipped her long red hair. "Greetings, Cinderella. It's lovely to meet you. My name is Cyan. Welcome to my garden." I blinked several times, surprised her mouth moved, and I understood. "Nice to meet you," I finally said. Cyan flew higher and out toward the middle of the garden. Leo sidled up next to me and took my hand. As Cyan waved her hands, thousands of posie creatures flew off the shrubs, bushes, and stems and into the air.

Rowan nods gently. “I trust you.” Lyra lets out a shaky breath. “Then let’s make sure we survive this.” A sharp roar pulls Rowan’s attention back to Azeriel. His battle with Cindar has intensified. Cindar’s fire lashes out like wild blades, forcing Azeriel to block repeatedly. Rowan rushes toward them, her new shield glowing faintly. She flicks her wrist and sends a burst of controlled fire that slams into Cindar’s side. He stumbles but recovers quickly, glaring at her.

Cinder smiled at Ru, as if she wanted to make sure the newbie was aware of her cynicism, and then she left the room. Ru said nothing for a very long time, her eyes lingering on the doorway where Cinder had disappeared. Eventually, she turned back to face front, though she still said nothing. “I’m sorry,” Cutter said quietly. “She, uh, isn’t much of a mentor, but she’s a hell of a tracker.” “Good at deciphering, too, I hope.” Ru still wouldn’t look at him. “Yeah, she really is just trying to help.” “I know.” Ru exhaled deeply. “And I really have no idea what I’m talking about.”

"You have spent ten thousand years consuming yourselves because you lacked the earth to ground your heat. My blood is not a tribute to your power; it is a medicine for your burnout." Cinder stepped forward, her obsidian tipped spear lowered but her amber eyes filled with a desperate and predatory hunger. She held out a small, sun-fired clay bowl. Maya pulled a small silver-edged blade from her belt and made a tiny, precise incision on the palm of her hand. As the single drop of Silver Crest blood hit the bottom of the bowl, the reaction was not violent. It did not explode into flame.

In the moments where the rhythm of the clearing faltered just slightly before correcting itself again. Cinder had not rested. The presence beneath her skin, once a steady warmth that pulsed in quiet harmony with her own heartbeat, had sharpened into something more defined. Not overwhelming, not intrusive—but constant. Like a low-burning flame that refused to dim, no matter how much time passed or how calm everything appeared on the surface. It wasn’t fear. Lyra knew fear. This wasn’t that. This was awareness stretched thin across something she couldn’t yet see. Her gaze drifted—subtle, almost unintentional—to the treeline.

The sparse tufts of sickly grey grass made the whole land look even gloomier. Yet, as in all things in life, nature found perfect tenants. Trolls. They were huge creatures with thick grey skin that you could easily mistake for a stone and with big shiny diamond shaped eyes. They looked scary, and yet there was some inexplicable beauty in them. But the trolls were not the only inhabitants of Canestor. Deep underground there were whole cities decorated with gold and jewels, cities of the dwarves.

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.

“Sorry, Cindy Darling… Sorry… Sorry… You have to bear deep and severe misunderstandings from me all these times… You’ve been extremely and extraordinarily suffered all these times, Cindy Darling…” Gemini Erianto was still seen tightening his hug. He still didn’t want to release his hug.

Micah was fighting three Frostfang wolves, his blade flashing. I shifted. The bond exploded through me—silver light, warm and fierce. I crashed into the Frostfang, not killing, driving them back. "Run!" I shouted. Micah grabbed Cinder. They ran. The Frostfang howled—not in anger, in despair. --- We reached Silver Creek at dawn. Cinder collapsed in the garden, the Heart still in her hands. Solara rushed to her. "She's frozen," Solara said. "Not the Heart—her fingers. The cold is spreading."

house. I waited for some time, muscles feeling stiff before finally descending the tree. Why would I have nightmares of him I wondered, I knew it was him due to his fur pattern on his ears, I had never seen another wolf with such ears. I wondered silently if it had to do with him being mad that I didn’t remember him. I knew I needed to get to Rose’s but the sudden fear was crippling, what if he was right that he would get what he wanted, what if he used the fear all seemed to have in his family to get Alpha James to hand me over to his pack. Was I risking my friend and her family if I went to their house? The scent of moonlight reached me on a random breeze, the moon goddess herself was tr