Rwby Ironwood Novels & Stories

"Kaima, what is that thing?" "It’s the truth behind the green," I said. The wolf lunged again. --- ### The Iron Choice I looked around desperately. I had no magic. I had no pack. I was just a girl in a tattered dress. Then I saw it. Resting in the mud near the bank was the iron sword Rowan had dropped when the vines took his memories. It looked heavy, rusted, and completely uninspired compared to the obsidian blades of our dreams. But it was real.

“Then don’t listen.” “I can’t not.” The hum swelled. Her vision shimmered. The mist parted for a heartbeat, revealing what lay ahead — the first trees of the Bloodwood. They were massive, black as obsidian, bark slick and wet like stone pulled from deep water. Red veins pulsed beneath the surface, faint light glowing through cracks. The air smelled of rain and iron. When she stepped closer, the world seemed to lean in. “Braxton,” she whispered, “do you hear that?”

Bellamy’s voice echoed smoothly from the shadows near the entrance. Rose froze, her hand hovering an inch above the metal container. She slowly turned my head around. Bellamy was stepping out of the dark, but he didn't have his guns drawn. Instead, his hands were wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy length of braided rope woven with silver wire and dried rowan wood—a traditional witch-binding snare.

She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner. I stood my ground, staring at her hair as it fell right down. There was nothing I could do to stop her from denying such an incessant act of jealousy. I also felt that way whenever other ladies challenged me for him. “What’s happened here?” The ground shook. We exchanged glances, taking our eyes towards the sound of the grumbling noise. Ryu stood there, a roughed-up boar hanging around his neck. He wasn’t putting on clothes, and his broad chest caught my attention. He was dripping, his well-sculpted abs glistening with each movement he made under

The gold detailing had painted a story of a human transforming into a wolf. “What is this room?” I said to no one. “This is where Blackwood entertains its guests.” To my shock a voice said. Was this room magical enough to answer for itself? I almost smiled at my silliness till I turned around to find Kent, staring at me. He walked up the pathway towards me in such a cool rush, I didn’t even realize he was inches away from me a few seconds after he had already got there. I also realized I had stopped breathing. Why?

Ryland Pov The Grove hums with renewed life, its ancient trees swaying as if in gratitude. The twins sit at the base of the Heart’s pedestal, their hands pressed to the stone, their glow merging with the moonlight. You watch them, the dagger’s weight heavy at your hip, its silver flames a constant reminder of the bond you’ve reforged. Ryland stands beside you, his gaze fixed on the pack as they gather at the clearing’s edge. “They’re scared,” he murmurs.

Squeaked Sprout. Cory caught a glimpse of herself reflected in one of the icy walls. Her eyes were completely pitch black. It was not just the pupils and irises that were black, like werewolves when they got angry. The whites of her eyes had turned black too. She was unnerved by her own reflection. She felt something hot behind her and realised the arrow made from Anestra’s quill was glowing and emitting heat. She grasped one of the Amber arrows and aimed it directly upwards where the first hole had been, hoping that point was still weak. She could hear the buzzing surge of energy as the Stormbringers kept trying to pounce on Hayden and Titan but kept colliding with the barrier instead. It w

"Ezra said, ''Going to wind brook is dangerous. we couldn't even make it there in the storm. "Voss said, '' You will you have the zag you can teleport there. "Ezra said, ''We can't use the zag the sky have to be clear for users to use it. The red moon makes everything blurry. "Voss said, '' So that means you have to ride out of the moon valley. Then you can teleport to WindBrook. "Ezra said,

“How could the witch and Barbara get here this fast? If they managed to save Barbara before midnight and got here at five, wouldn't that be the time it took for the witches when they used Body Transfer?” Rokan Allegro took a step forward, stopped at the door of the Healing Room and looked at Barbara, who was lying weakly through the glass. “Barbara is another type of immortal besides the witch who can use Body Transfer.” “How could it be?” this time it was Aryadi who said. “She's just a wolvire, someone who can be said to be a hybrid!” Rokan Allegro turned his head. “You don't know your own daughter's secrets, do you?”

The air in the hut felt thick, heavy with the scent of dried roots and old ash. Outside, the wind moved through the trees with a low moan that seemed to press against the walls. My hands rested on my knees, fingers curling into the fabric of my trousers as I fought the urge to demand answers faster. The shaman spoke again after a long pause. “There is old blood between the Valeborn bloodline and the Thorne bloodline that rules Ironwood,” his voice came out calm and clear. “When you were still a boy and the stone first began to awaken inside your chest, your parents sought every path that might slow its hunger. They turned to the alpha of Ironwood for a rare herb that grew only in their sacre