Rwby Ironwood Novels & Stories

I focused on the practical element, relying on the breadcrumbs dropped by contacts who owed me favors, tracing routes only the most desperate or the most arrogant would utilize. "They’re using old, forgotten trails," I stated, the tightness in my voice reflecting the concern in my chest. "The equipment is heavy, bulky. This isn't just a supply run; it's a construction project." Crossing the territorial line into Ironwood was an immediate, sickening change. It was like walking into a lungful of stagnant air. The moon, usually a brilliant anchor, seemed dim and sickly here. The trees were the worst part: gnarled, twisted into unnatural shapes, their bark the color of shadow and rust. This wasn

Caius settled with a completeness that told me he was satisfied by the arrangement even if his preference would have been to keep her within three metres of him indefinitely. The northern edge of Ironblood's territory was old pine woodland ... the kind that had been there long enough that the trees had grown into each other overhead and the ground beneath them was layered and soft and held light differently from open land. In daylight it was a place that wolves ran through on perimeter routes without thinking much about it. In the dark before dawn it had the specific character of enclosed space ... sound muffled, visibility limited to what the torches illuminated, movement tracked by ear mor

We reached the Hangar Bay doors. They were open. Inside, the space was dominated by the massive drilling derrick. And the smell... It smelled like ozone and rotting orchids. A glass tank the size of a swimming pool stood at the base of the drill. It was filled with a swirling, black liquid. Standing on the catwalk above the tank was Ironwood. He looked insane. His uniform was torn. He had ripped off his medals. He was staring into the black liquid like Narcissus staring into the pool.

I found a stream with water so cold it burned but I drank, I cleaned my wounds as best I could, then tore a strip from my undershirt and bound my leg, the pain was a sharp, clarifying companion and it meant I was still alive. The heart of the Ironwood was a clearing that wasn’t a clearing, the trees formed a perfect, hateful circle around a flat stone dais and on that dais, suspended by dark chains from a wooden frame, was Luma. Her head was bowed, her warrior’s frame limp, blood crusted her temples but her chest rose and fell, she’s alive. Standing before her, hands clasped behind his back as if admiring a painting, was Malrick. He turned as I stumbled from the tree line, a slow, satisfied

“I told her I’d drive her to the gates alongside the Gilbert escort! You know what she did? She looked me in the eye, took a sip of her water, and told me no! She acts like she’s completely invincible! She has no wolf, no claws, no aura—just that massive, heavy frame and an arrogant attitude!” I let out a soft, breathy exhale, a dark, dry smile touching the corners of my lips. No wolf. No claws. I walk back to my ironwood supply chest sitting beside my desk. The lead-lined box weighs over sixty pounds, forged from solid ironwood to lock in raw magical scents. Earlier today, Sterling nearly blew out his alpha spine trying to drag it across the living room rug, huffing and sweating like a woun

“Do not let feelings confuse you. Blackwood’s bloodline must end.” With that, he turned and disappeared back into the forest. Nova stood there long after he was gone. Weapon. Claim him. Kill him. The mate bond pulsed in protest. When she returned to Bloodmoon territory, she felt it immediately. Ryder was closer than usual. Not hovering. Not obvious. Just near. She saw him speaking with patrol leaders. He paused when she entered the courtyard. His eyes found her instantly. The bond reacted again. Warm. Strong. He walked toward her.

Iron trade caravans moved freely through the cleared mountain passes, carrying Northern timber, mountain iron, and sacred obsidian down into the fertile Southern valleys. Yet, despite two decades of uninterrupted peace, the blood of warlords ran thick in the veins of the young prince. At twenty years old, Prince Leo Blackwood was the living image of his father’s youth. Standing well over six-foot-four, he possessed the broad, muscular frame of a mountain war-wolf, unruly dark hair that fell over his brow, and striking, intensely gold eyes that burned like polished coins. But beneath his rugged physical power lay his mother’s sharp, strategic intellect and her rare, instinctual connection to

Once I see it’s him though, I shut my eyes and resume cuddling the sound-asleep Kieran. “Mateo, c’mon,” he says, a hint of urgency in his voice. I glare at him, only for him to glance at the doorway. I follow his gaze to see Rob awkwardly standing in the doorway, holding several bags of chips and trying not to look at the dark bruises down Kieran’s chest and neck. I sigh and gently untangle Kieran’s arms from around me.

Raven POV: I break into a run - swift, silent, gliding through the undergrowth and shadow as if the woods were made for me. The journal thumps lightly against my chest beneath the cloak. The marks in it are fading, and I don't know how long they'll hold The forest shifts as I move - greener older. Lush. No wonder it is named Greenwoods. Ryel waits for me beyond the clearing, seated near the broken alter stone. A fire crackles low beside him, it flames blue and strange, licking the air with silent hunger. He doesn't look up as I approach.

I look done on my chest and then I raise my head to look at Ma Trisha more perplexed. “Now,for your information, I rubbed Dey aconite in the tip of the iron which I used on you. Though it is Dry aconite and almost not functional and potent. But then if I use this on a normal werewolf, it will cause more damage than you can ever imagine. You can see that it didn’t take you up to ten seconds tk heal back quickly?l she says.I gloat at her with my mouth open. I shake my lips and mumble words I don’t even know her I can’t even articulate a full sentence. I pick up the iron and stare at it. It is very sharp.