Rwby Fire Novels & Stories

I spoke as I lit my hands with blue flame, one of the hottest and powerful flames that will devour any type of flame, even if it is the vengeance spirit who is said to be ancient. I threw the flames and the place started to turn blue, ah...such a beautiful sight. I started to laugh but that was soon stopped as the flames slowly began to turn bright red. It's fighting. "THIS IS WHY I HATE ELEMENTAL USERS!" And as it shouted, red flames started to engulf my blue flames. I smirked, and so, my plan will work after all. I planned to make this stupid spirit irritated as soon as I realized that this is not any of the guardians. I started to gather half of my mana and release it to cause an explosio

The wall of fire doesn’t wait. It rolls down the mountain. Fast. Hungry. “Scatter!” Wrath roars. Fifty Hollow break. Left. Right. Not away. Into it. Redfang wolves hit the flames head-on. Their black fur doesn’t burn. It smokes. They’re fire-born. Of course they are. “Rowan, feed’s live?” I yell. “Live!” He holds the phone up. Lens shaking. “D.C. and Duskbane both!”

she whispers into the wind. Even if the whole entire universe goes against her, she will not bend or break. She will uphold the righteous that no one did for her. She, Ruby Scarlet will never give up! Ruby open the palm of her hand and summons the power of the phoenix. She lets the flames swivel around her hand. The orange and red flames lit behind her back like wings. From afar it looked like someone was on fire with wings spread from side to side. She can feel the power surging inside of her.

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

Reggie said looking apologetic. Fred nodded. His eyes getting teary. "I just want my best friend back," he said, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry," Reggie said. They hugged each other. Alice and Nora watched the scene from a distance. "This is so cute," Alice said. "Like a little reunion huh," Nora said. They both giggled. A car sped towards Reggie and Fred. They didn't notice it as they were still in each other's arms. "No!!!" Alice and Nora screamed at the same time as the car ran over them.

Draco ordered. The Fire Dragon Spirit shot out of Draco's back and spat out a breath of fire that coiled and coated Bowen and Berk's hammers. The flame then absorbed into the hammerhead and left a fire emblem in draconic characters on the hammer's left side. “You can light a dragon fire with your hammer. Just say Fire, and a dragon fire will appear on the hammer's head,” said Draco. “This is fantastic. With dragon fire, I can forge everything in high-quality,” said Bowen happily.

For the next few hours, we worked on conjuring the flames, manipulating the fire already present, and then using it to fight. I threw a fireball at Rainn, but he wasn't fast enough and it hit him square in the chest. He went down immediately. I ran towards him, tears already forming in my eyes. His eyes were closed, and he had a horrible looking burn on his chest. "No, no, what did I do?", I yelled. I put my hands on his chest and started crying. A purple light glowed from my hands, and he took a deep breath in. When I looked down, his chest looked completely normal.

“Damn it.” Lena gritted her teeth. They needed more than weapons. They needed fire. She clenched her fists, summoning every ounce of power within her. The Riftfire didn’t resist—it rushed to her call, crackling at her fingertips, singing beneath her skin. It was hers. She was the Riftfire. The creatures lunged. Lena slammed her hands together. A pulse of Rift energy exploded outward, a shockwave of violet flames that swept across the cavern like a storm. The creatures screamed—a soundless, mind-breaking wail—as the fire tore through them, unmaking them at the very core.

The forest roared with wolf cries, the sound rolling like thunder. Selene’s smile only widened. “So. The little flame chooses to burn.” Her voice slithered into the clearing, echoing as though carried by dozens of tongues at once. “But fire, child… fire always burns out.” Raven stepped forward, silver flames rippling brighter across her body, defiance blazing in her eyes. “Not this fire.” And with a roar, she hurled herself into the center of the storm.

She frequently snaps at them, like she’s about to do right now. ‘Cyryl, just leave it …’ I begin, but it’s too late. She roars, as loudly and ferociously as a dragon queen hatchling can roar, but this time, fire comes out of her mouth. Bynjym, who is always nearby and watching over us, puts his neck and face between Cyryl’s fire and the hatchlings who have multiple riders scrubbing their flaking skin. Then, he begins humming proudly. I stop what I’m doing and walk to her face.