Rwby Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Running and jumping joyously, they went to give their warmest 'welcome back' hug to their hardworking brother, turning his tiredness into an absolute bliss. The task of arranging the table is on the hands of the youngest sibling, Dorothea, or simply 'Thea'. A sweet and gentle girl who loves her oldest brother very much, being raised by him from infancy. Anne on the other hand, chose to just sit down lifelessly, internally complaining about the long walk (despite being used to it and being asked by no one to do so). Meanwhile, Tristan was out fetching some clean water from the drinking well.

I take a step back. “If you do… you won’t like what happens,” he growls. “Then tell me where my mate is,” Lawrence snaps. “Lawrence, stop,” I say quietly, seeing Martin fume with each word Lawrence says. Their stares lock, neither backing down. Bryat rushes in, sliding his hands between Lawrence and Martin, pushing them apart. “Hey now, let’s cool down,” he says calmly. Lawrence backs off, unable to hold the stare of his pureblood alpha for long.

Brynn screamed, but there was no time, there was never any time, and the battle swept her forward and away from him, and she carried his death with her into the trees the way she carried all of them. That was the separate cost. The sharp, fast loss. She would grieve him properly later, if there was a later. But it was not the loss that would break them. The eastern flank was holding, barely, when Brynn saw the wolf coming for Torrhen’s back. Her mate was locked in combat with a mercenary, fully engaged, blind to the second wolf circling behind him, a massive thing, all claws and silver-tipped blade, moving fast and low through the trees toward the unguarded space between Torrhen’s shoulders.

"Listen to me, little wolf. I am the Alpha, soon to be Alpha King. I lead the strongest packs in Nocturna. I need a Queen who can stand beside me, not a broken toy who crawls on the floor." My breath seized instantly. No the Moon Goddess can't be wrong. Where did I go wrong? "But the bond—" "The bond is a mistake!" he roared. The windows in the hall rattled. People flinched. "I, Kaelen Thorne, Alpha King of the Crimson Moon, reject you, Aurelia Viremont, as my mate and my Queen."

It was like nothing I had ever seen before, just like the house. “This is beautiful,” I gasped. “It’s not often the Thorns open up their gardens but tonight they did.” “I am glad they did, but I am also glad you showed them to me.” “You haven’t seen anything yet.” he smirked, “care to join me on a walk through them?” Nerves filled my entire body. He must have been able to tell I was unsure, “how about you walk with me for a little while around these beautiful gardens, and if after our walk you still want to leave, I will personally ensure you get home safe.”

The forest opens into a clearing, the stars shimmering silver along the path, and I pray this time it will be different. The wind grows colder as we delve deeper into the woods. Leaves rustle overhead, carrying wisps of smoke from the burning palace. The air is thick with ash and sorrow. I can still see the faint orange glow far behind us, lingering like the dying eyes of a creature that won't close. Martha stays silent, her arms clasped tight around me, each breath trembling against my back. I sense her heartbeat—steady yet strained—as she carefully leads the horse across a narrow stone bridge; the stream beneath glimmers like liquid glass.

“I know what you did. I know you burned them.” Rowan stepped into the small space between the shelves. He didn't look angry. He looked bored. He reached down and snatched the folder out of my grip. I tried to grab it back, but he shoved me down with one hand. “I did what I had to do to keep this pack alive,” Rowan said. “The Thornes were weak. They were obsessed with old magic and true bonds. They would have led us into a war we couldn't win.” “You murdered them!” I yelled. My voice sounded thin and pathetic.

Zane says, as he brings my pointer finger down hard on a thorn before making my blood drip on top of the rose. I sniffle my cry, and pull a deep breath into my nose as I feel my nose leaking from crying so much, and I see Zane and Alec pricking their fingers with the thorns on the rose before pouring the drops of blood on the rose. I watch as our bloods mix on the rose, sealing my new fate. Alec laughs as the look of horror washes over my face while staring down at the bloody rose. I don't understand this. Are they playing a prank on me? If so, this is a very twisted prank.

My sister was almost ready and her friends were waiting. The door flung open and the Alpha Prince walked in with Tyrion. Why was he here with the Prince? Was he his right-hand man? Our gaze met and I hissed. Despite my sister bullying me, my hatred for her isn't as deep as the one I had for Tyrion. He left a scar on my heart and I won't ever forgive him for that. As for the Alpha Prince, I will make sure he regrets ever rejecting me publicly that way. He would have done that secretly, but it wouldn't stop him from choosing his mate as well.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?