Rwby/halo Fanfic Novels & Stories

White-gold arcs danced across their intertwined wrists, a shield of desire and raw power against the darkness closing in. Lyra gasped, heartbeat wild. “Rylan… I can feel it—he’s in me. And the Wraith… it’s here too. It’s feeding on our bond!” Rylan’s hands tightened on her waist and shoulders. “Then we burn it out,” he growled. “Together. We use everything we are. Every spark, every ounce of fire.”

Rubio was already shivering and half of his body was turning to ice. "Xirel, don't make me do this!" Princess Ariya glared at him with her now burning eyes. When Xirel saw that the princess had a laser beam power, he halted as Rubio went back to normal. He fell coughing on the ground. "I let you off the hook tonight, halfty! But once our paths would cross again, I will never give you a second chance!" Rubio was gasping in anger. "I will wait for that time second-hand!" Xirel replied.

“Chill, lover boy.” Mara, Sam, and Lena blast light, burning entities. “Like the hidden realm!” Lena yells, light steady. “Keep it up!” I say, shadows shielding Raymond. “We’re almost there!” The ritual surges, runes dimming, entities screaming, rifts snapping shut. Raymond slumps, light dim, face pale as death. I catch him, kissing him deep, tasting blood and tears, our bond like a wildfire. “You did it, sunshine,” I say, voice rough, holding him tight. “We did,” he whispers, smiling weak, light sparking faint.

said Swift Mustang, Twilight & Bronyium looked at the them “Quiet Lily, Astral Mist, Ivory Wings, Lunar Scar, Swift Mustang & Shadow Star… the Disabled Six proud and strong” said Bronyium “is Dashie okay…” I said, Swift and the others, Bronyium & Twilight turned around and saw me walking with the help of Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora “Firefly are you okay?” Twilight asked “I am just got help from Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora.” I said.

"Fight!" Rylan's hands moved with purpose, dancing over the wound as his whispers grew more urgent. The light from his hands pulsed in rhythm with Brock's heartbeat, a symphony of life against the looming specter of death. The minutes dragged on, each passing second a weight upon my chest. The golden energy woven by Rylan now cradled Brock's form, enveloping him in its protective cocoon. A bead of sweat rolled down Rylan's temple, a testament to the effort and sheer force of will he was exerting. The room was charged with a kind of electric tension, as if the air itself were waiting for Brock's fate to be sealed.

Raymond grasped Ravi's hand, his head falling onto Ravi's shoulder, allowing Ravi to feel Raymond's warm breath caressing his neck. "I'm sorry, Ravi. I've made everything so messy." Ravi knew Raymond was crying now; his shoulder was wet with tears, while Raymond's hands hugged Ravi's waist tightly. Ravi reciprocated the embrace, and Raymond's pitch-black wings opened to envelop them. Ravi felt something crackling around them, the night wind suddenly blowing against Ravi's minimally clothed body. Ravi was taken aback when Raymond moved and looked at him with one eye shining brightly yellow. "He touched Ravi again. I will erase his touch now."

“But if you fall now, the Vale falls with you.” Ruby’s laugh was raw, broken. “Then we’ll burn together.” The spawn pressed harder. The Hollow’s breath filled the air, thick with rot and ash. Maxim could feel the gate pulsing behind them like a second heart, its rhythm drawing the creatures forward. The Beast inside him snarled, demanding full release, demanding he tear through all in his path. But beside him, Ruby blazed brighter, her fire flaring beyond her control. She was feeding the Hollow even as she fought it, each flame a crack in the already broken gate. Maxim could feel the truth, the way the shadows shifted toward her, hungering for her crown.

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?