Rwby Ironwood Novels & Stories

They did not wear their formal silver medallions of office today; those had been abandoned at the northern border stakes when Natalia drove her dagger through their patriarchs' hearts. When the heavy elk-hide entrance of the pavilion did not just open, but violently dissolved into a handful of glittering, harmless silver ash under the immense pressure of a sovereign aura, Roderick did not flinch. He slowly reached down, his calloused hand gripping the hilt of an ancient, ancestral broadsword that had been passed down through five generations of the Ironwood lineage. Natalia stepped through the ruined threshold, her heavy leather boots clicking softly against the frozen earth floorboards of t

The air in the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep had ceased to behave like a gas. It had become a thick, gelatinous pressure, vibrating with the frequency of a scream that no human throat could produce. Lyra stood in the center of the ruins, her body arched in an impossible, agonizing curve. Her obsidian blade—the weapon that had been her only companion during the frozen nights of the Forbidden Forest—was no longer in her control. The hilt was fused to her palm, and the edge was pressed so firmly against the pulse point in her neck that a thin, violet bead of blood had begun to trace a path toward her collarbone.

LYRA'S POV The forest smells of iron and smoke, and damp earth, a sickening perfume of battle. My pulse hammers like a war drum against my ribs, so hard I can feel it in my breath. My hands shake, fingers slick with sweat and residual blood from the earlier skirmish. In a blur of fur, flesh, claws and blood, Ravenwood warriors had managed to outnumber and finish off a good number of rogues, following their attack on Dan. A metallic tang lingers even after the rogues retreat, or are forced back into the shadows.

"This is...vague. How are they supposed to combat something so nebulous?" "By being what they are," Storm answered simply. "A living example of unity born from diversity. Riverwood and Blackthorn, joined through these three. Music and strength, compassion and leadership, all flowing together." "The Moon Rose ritual on Lilly's eighteenth birthday will complete what has begun," Ruby continued. "But the journey there, the growth of their bond, the lessons they must learn, is equally important." Luna Harmony approached her daughter's form cautiously. "And your role in all this? You three wolves?"

Athena and Rosalind focused on Ravenswood , their combined strength countering his dark magic. The battle raged on, the warriors fighting in perfect sync. Ravenswood stumbled back, his powers waning. Rylan seized the opening, striking Ravenswood 's sword arm. The blade clattered to the ground. "You're finished," Rylan declared. Ravenswood 's eyes blazed with hatred. "Archon Xantos will—" A sudden blow from Tristan silenced Ravenswood . The warriors stood victorious, panting heavily. "Shadowstone's chamber is ahead," Brody said, gesturing to the door.

“At dawn!” The Ironwood wolves led the column, boots sinking into the spongy ground. Mists clung to Nyra’s ankles as she rode behind. Urhan’s wolf-form runner scouts darted ahead, eyes glowing amber. Torchlight flickered in the haze, and the scent of sulfur lay beneath the marsh’s rot. Ryker rode by her side, sword sheathed but magic humming at his fingertips. Kaelia followed, scroll tucked at her belt, twin daughter asleep against her chest in a swaddling of obsidian silk.

The Kade boys all shared the same dark hair and olive skin tone from their mother, but Johnny was the only one to inherit his father's silver orbs. "You look like shit." Johnny announced as he collapsed into a chair unceremoniously. "Are you ever going to sleep?" "I'll sleep when I'm dead." Lucas grumbled, finding a few shreds of his sense of humour under his exhaustion. "You're also looking at the interim Alpha of this pack." Johnny's eyebrows shot up to his hairline before he burst out laughing. "You poor bastard." "I wouldn't laugh if I were you." Lucas smirked. "You're my interim Beta."

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- Raymart though our place is not that far from the wall of the grass farm where the Large Serpent hide the stone reflects some of the light that makes it shine the stone looks like a chunk of rock but it was whiter than any rock of you can see "I don't see anything similar like this before"- Bobby "me too I don't know what it is"- Sunny Phil holds the stone and in a second he covers it with his mana and try to squeeze it but it failed "This is an IRON ORE"- Phil "ha? how do you know its name?"- John Carl "This stone was recorded in my ancestor's book also that book contains different metal that is almost like out of our world and the uses of it are still unknown"- Phil

Curiosity shot through her when she took all of the options in. “We have wolfsbane, liquid silver, silver whips, silver bindings. This one is my favorite binding because it has wolfsbane and silver coating the grooves. It digs into the area and gets even tighter with each attempt to move. The last canister is my patented spray. It’s the shifter equivalent of mace.” Brynn grabbed a little bit of it all and placed it in a box. The blades were put in there too. My mate ran her hands along my chest while she looked at me as if I was her own personal god. She surely was my own personal goddess, so it was certainly mutual.