Novel & Cerita Rwby Ironwood

The tug grew stronger,like my body wanted to move on its own. “No,” I breathed.“Yes,” he answered immediately.Ruby shoved me behind him. “Don’t let him pull you!” “I’m trying!” I gasped. “You’re not trying hard enough,” “Ruby, I’m FREAKING TRYING!” He pressed a heated iron rod into my hand. The metal burned my palm, shocking me back to myself. “Hold that,” he instructed. “Iron disrupts his influence.” “Oh, wow,” I said shakily. “Is this a magical restraining order?” Ruby didn’t even roll his eyes. He was too terrified.

The rhythm of my horse’s hooves echoed in my chest, matching the steady pulse of the mate bond that tied me to him. It was still new. Still unfamiliar. Yet comforting in a way I had never known. I could feel him; his strength, his resolve, his vigilance—like a second heartbeat humming beneath my own. Ahead, the forest stretched endlessly, its towering trees casting long shadows across the earth. Silverwood. Even from a distance, it radiated an ancient presence. “Is it always this quiet?” I asked. Ryker’s gaze scanned the tree line. “No. Silverwood is never quiet. It listens.”

I will not miss you" Joy added, but I knew too well that she meant the opposite. I could tell by her faded smile. Evelyn placed a hand on my shoulder, making me turn to face her directly. "Get better," she said and added a stern warning "and don't come back here ever again". I felt like crying that instant but I tried my best to hold it back. Crying would only make Evelyn more sad. She was one of those who were almost always in the woods. I am no doctor but I could tell from her appearance that she had at most, a month or two to live. She looked it. I wished I could tell her to get better too and never come back here.

That was all I needed. These footsteps were heavier. More than one. The rock mouth opened. Ruby came through first. Ryder’s daughter. Twenty years old, black hair, her father’s eyes. She was supposed to be at the academy. Studying. Safe. Instead she was here, in the dark, with dirt on her cheek and a knife on her hip. She didn’t look scared. She looked angry. Behind her, Adrian. My second. My blade. He was tall, bald, scarred from his temple to his jaw where a wolf had tried to take his face off ten years ago. He’d killed the wolf with his teeth. He wore black, no armor. He didn’t need it.

Blood splattered across the grass. I scrambled to my feet and ran toward the cage again. Raven and Ryker were crying, their little hands reaching through the wooden bars. “Mama, help us!” Ryker sobbed. I grabbed the cage door and pulled. It would not open. There was a thick silver lock holding it shut. Silver. The one metal that burned werewolves. I did not care. I wrapped my hands around the lock and pulled as hard as I could. The silver seared my skin. The smell of burning flesh filled my nose. I screamed from the pain but did not let go.

Part of me almost wishes for their growls now. Almost. But I'm Branwen Mosswood. Kind enough to pity the broken, spicy enough to fight the cruel. I won't wait for saviors. I leap to the next tree, letting weightless drift carry me silently. The hunt's on, and this time, I'm the one setting the traps. Hadrian Ironpaw POV

POV: LUCIAN VAEL Midnight in the Deadwoods was so quiet that lesser creatures might have mistaken it for peace. I stood at the outer perimeter of Ironveil territory, resting one hand against the bark of an ancient oak. The snowstorm had settled into a thin, icy mist that clung to the pine needles. Half a mile through the trees, the wolf Alpha’s fortress rose against the dark sky, all heavy gates, watchtowers, and silver-coated bars.

Eden's eyes widened, jerked his head up to look at Jin. Jin seemed to be waiting for Eden's reaction, too, and it was clear that the apprentice wizard's wide eyes had won him over: "Dragon-Blood wood, watered by fire dragon's blood, has lived in the Burning Ground for more than five hundred years." His hoarse voice sounded even and calm, but looking at his arrogant eyes and raised chin, everyone could tell how proud he was. "Jin, my brother!" Eden grabbed the blue-haired guy's cold hand, his eyes sparkling brightly: "I'll take this bracelet too. I'll sell the blood if need be."

“ How did you make all of this with woods?” “ I chopped down some woods and did that to keep myself busy while I stayed am awake last night.” “ That sounds like a load of work.” “ I don’t mind doing that.” Raven smiled slightly as she walked up to where the bows are. “ Alright, Lyra, let's see what you got," She said, picking up a bow and handing it to Lyra. Lyra took the bow, feeling the familiar weight of it in her hands. She could hardly remember what it feels like to hold a proper bow and sim at a target. Holding this just seems to strike up so many memories.

“But the real monsters aren’t in the stories anymore. They’re in Council chambers and hidden labs.” My pack was a tapestry of fear and resolve, and I was pulling on its most fragile threads. But I had no choice. The path was clear, and it led into the shadow of the Ironwood. We traveled light and fast, myself, David, and two of our most agile scouts. Jax was already ahead, a ghost leaving a trail of nearly invisible markers. The air grew colder and heavier as we entered the forest. The Ironwood earned its name. The trees were ancient and gnarled, their bark the color of rusted metal, their canopy so thick it choked the midday light into a perpetual, gloomy twilight. The ground was a treacher