Rwby Clone Hero Novels & Stories

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

"We won't be long. We stopped by just to say happy birthday to you! I'll give you a game voucher for a present!" "No need to bother; you know my account number, right? Make it simple, okay?" Varel winked mischievously at Roy. "Whatever," said Roy quickly. Varel looked back at me. "Your face looks familiar to me. Where have we met?" Varel came closer to me and looked at me closely. "I'm not sure; it seems this is the first time I've seen you," I said briefly. Varel smiled and nodded slowly. "You invited those troublemakers?" Roy chirps suddenly.

The Rogue crumpled, its form shifting erratically as it breathed its last. Luna Light's eyes darted around, tracking the chaos. She spotted a young pack member, barely out of his teenage years, being overpowered by two Rogues. Without a second thought, she grabbed a crossbow from a fallen warrior and aimed. She fired, the arrow striking one of the Rogues in the side. It let out a guttural scream and turned on her, but she was ready. She reloaded and fired again, this time hitting the Rogue squarely in the chest. It fell, writhing in pain, and she rushed forward, pulling the young pack member to his feet.