Rwby Ironwood Novels & Stories

Chapter One: A New Beginning Aqua’s heart raced as she walked through the imposing iron gates of Crestwood High. Another town, another school, another chance to start over—if only it were that simple. At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her.

I was willingly going to become the thing I hated most. Blake will be there with you. He won't let you go it alone. I sighed internally because I knew my wolf was right. Blake was Jayson's Beta and I understood that, but I also knew he wasn't going to let me do this alone, he was going to be there for me. He did, after all, still have Alpha blood in him even if he doesn't need to use it.

“You can’t take these items. I’ll die.” “Can’t take these? Wouldn’t it be the same for me to kill you now?” Jairo’s face turned bloodless with fear. Yes, he had lost his authority to choose. Kayson expressed his joy. “I’m taking these tonics.” There were numerous good quality tonics, including Blazing Root and Chalcedony Juice! On the other hand, he was even more pleasantly surprised to find Steel Fruit and Ironheart Weed. These were the medicinal herbs he needed for his medicated bath.

The damp smell and iron scent were very familiar on Bowen's nose and became a clue to the area for him. There was one thing that made Bowen a little nervous. The location of the giant iron birdcage shown by the magic fireflies was not too far from one of the Dwarf villages, which had a profession as a gem miner. Of course, the Dwarven settlements' locations were not written on the map, and there was magic protection protecting the place from being hidden.

It was just that from the tone of Butler Fin, it wasn't as simple as a few worlds. "How many worlds, Old Fin? How many worlds have bounties on Mane's head?" Ray questioned. His tapped his fingers rhythmically on the only table in the room. Yet this was in no way the action of a calm man. The cracks that formed after each 'gentle' contact displayed a fury that was hidden beneath the calm exterior. Rosewood gold, one of the strongest minerals in existence unbreakable to all below the ascension realm and even to some ascenders, was being shattered mercilessly like a piece of inferior wood. This expensive mineral was slowly breaking down, bearing the brunt of Ray's anger. If not for its great st

I think about the images that Luka showed us of figures lying in wait, concealed in the shadows. Do not lose concentration Sylvia Ironwolf, I tell myself. Fer whines at me. You know what you need to do, I tell her. Though silver's touch is lethal to us werewolves, iron is still stronger than silver. I reach for the iron and it answers. I allow it to enter Fer's marrow, strengthening her bones. It coats her nails and teeth, lengthening and sharpening them. Then I find the other iron, the part that exists in everthing, always, ever present, ever fluid. I find it in the molecules of the air and earth, in the cellulose of the trees. I call this too and it answers.

Brayden confidently said. Woody said, "I owe you a favor regarding the Seven Luminescent Ice Lotus." Flattered, Brayden hurriedly replied, "Mr. Henderson, you're too kind! I merely got you the information, but I haven't actually gotten the Seven Luminescent Ice Lotus for you. You don't owe me anything!" "If I say that you deserve it, then you deserve it," Woody firmly stated. He simply wanted to provide encouragement for Brayden to be more motivated and diligent in finding the remaining herbs.

At its center stood a tree, its bark blackened, its branches heavy with obsidian fruit. *"The Woundwood,"* the Threader whispered. *"The moon's first sin."* --- **RHYDIAN'S POV** The tree was a prison. Inside its trunk, suspended in sap like amber, was a child. No-a *thing* with a child's face, its eyes sealed with star-metal nails. Eden staggered, clutching his chest.

She waved her hand over the blue fire and the flames leaped higher. “I can help you but there are consequences.” She bent her head to one side, giving Lucien and Calla to rethink their decisions. “The Ironwood pack was built with a great force of power forged by witches in the ancient times. It's one of the reasons they are powerful and the same reason no one can get in without being invited.” “What does that have to do with us? How does it affect us reaching Willow?” Lucien asked, taking a step forward. “Calla’s spirit will have to visit the Ironwood to reach Willow. And Ironwood walls are forged with powers. It is easy for Calla to be sensed and be trapped forever if they want.”

I wouldn't let him tarnish the one thing I had left. He pulled me back, his grip firm. "I was observing, not insulting. Why so defensive, Ivy?" I didn't answer. I just kept filing. Cole, realizing that his presence wasn't enough to buy my attention tonight, reached into his mental arsenal. "I have a surplus of Black Rosewood in the Ryder vaults. I could have it brought here." My hand faltered. Rosewood. It was a legendary timber—dense, dark as a moonless night, and nearly impossible to find. My eyes lit up before I could catch myself.