Rwby Dust Novels & Stories

Lyra had selected the location carefully, explaining that it sat atop a natural convergence of ley lines—energy pathways that crisscrossed the earth. My mates positioned themselves at the north, east, and south points of the clearing, forming a protective triangle around the ritual space. Ronan stood at the western point, completing the square. In the center, Lyra had drawn an intricate pattern of interlocking circles and symbols using a silvery powder that seemed to absorb and reflect the moonlight simultaneously. "What is that?" I asked as Eowyn and I took our places within the central circle, facing each other. "Moondust," Lyra explained. "Ground from stones that fell during the Silver Co

Hazel redirected her eyes on his hands as one of them held an iron bodkin with rusty dark red handle. No sooner have the two enraged inched closer than, "No!!!" Both the girls yowled perceiving that Vivian ran between them hence pushing Ryley far away from there and, casted a handful of heaven's white dust on Zalreth. The magical Saber which the creature had thrown on Ryley hit the ground dissolving inside it.

"Those are specks of collected and restored snow in a small magical vial. The flakes only fall during the lunar eclipse. They're rare... and limited. For decades the lunar eclipse and the -rain of snow dust." "The blacks are allergic to snow dust; it's like wolfsbane to werewolves and silver to bloodsuckers. Snow dust is the weakness of dark sorcerers; a single speck of dust can kill one black," Sir Ferns said. He returned its gaze to the number nine.

"She doesn't look sorry at all." Gritting her teeth, Vivian slapped Desiree across the face twice. Then, she turned to Wendy and said, "Desiree's an immature girl. Please don't pay her any attention." Wendy just took Liam's hand and turned to leave. Vivian followed closely behind them. Smiling obsequiously, she said, "You must be thirsty, Wendy. I can buy you a smoothie if you'd like." Wendy rolled her eyes. "I'm tired," she declared. "I want you to carry me on your back."

The vehicles are passing the street, minding everyone's own business. She wonder if there is someone out there that really listening about her. Listening about her struggles, pain and rants in life. She heaved a sigh while slowly look up to the sky. It was cloudy that it already covering the stars above and also the moon that supposed to shine this night. When she finally got in the drugstore she just pick all she needs quickly and paid for it before exiting the place. She walks again back to the hospital when she saw someone weird riding in a motorcycle.

"But the toxicology report brought back something troubling. We found traces of strawberry seed extract in her system. It’s a concentrated form that is completely colorless, tasteless, and odorless." I was completely speechless. Who would intentionally try to hurt her like this? Only one name flashed through my mind Brianna. But as quickly as the suspicion came, I tried to shake it off. No. She isn't the type to do something that malicious... is she? Tatum’s POV My ears picked up the beeping machines, my eyes slowly opened and bright light shone into my eyes. I adjusted to the brightness and stared at the ceiling. By the time I finally opened my eyes, it was already late.

Not desire. I watched him drive away in his old truck, dust rising behind him on the dry road. Something inside me whispered that this could not be my whole life. That whisper scared me more than anything. Because once a woman begins to imagine more, she can never fully return to less. That afternoon I received a call that would change everything. I did not know it yet. But the dust of Briar Glen was about to fall from my skin. The phone rang at three seventeen in the afternoon.

She had dimples when she smiled. Now she was dust. The purple light punched through the cavern wall. Rocks exploded outward. A huge hole opened up, showing the dark forest outside. Cold night air rushed in, making me shiver. Then the light died. Raven collapsed, sobbing. Her small body shook with each cry. I lay on the ground. The blast had knocked me down. My ears rang so loud I could barely hear anything else. I tasted blood and dirt. Everything hurt. Through the dust and smoke, I saw Melissa getting to her feet. The witch’s face was twisted with rage. And she was holding Ryker.

Dust itched and dried Arth’s throat as he coughed it out of his mouth. As the blurry sight of the dark smoke rising towards the skies grew clearer, he lifted himself from the ground. The intense heat of the enormous flames ahead caused burning pain in his skin, making him wince. Ruby … where is she? Arth looked around where light dust surrounded him. A faint figure of the woman caught his eyes.

Like something underneath was pushing. Then it exploded outward. Darius walked out of the dust. He was bloodied. His left arm hung wrong. His face was cut open from temple to jaw. But he was walking. Behind him, men. Six of them. Witches. Guards. All armed. And in front of them, with a knife to her throat, Ruby. Ryder’s daughter. She looked nothing like the girl in the portrait in his office. Her eyes were glassy. Empty. Her movements were wrong, like someone else was pulling the strings.