Rwby Ironwood Novels & Stories

I asked, needed the confirmation. Storm nodded, "Ik heb je zoveel te vertellen, mama. Maar Ruby is dood en ik ben nu een lid van de Iron River pack. Je bent veilig hier. Ik beloof het, mama. Niemand kan je pijn doen hier. [I have so much to tell you, mama. But Ruby is dead, and I am a member of the Iron River pack now. You are safe here. I promise, mama. No one can hurt you here.]" Aeryn smiled at me, "hoi, Eve. [hi Eve.] We’re so glad to see you’re up. We’ve been taking turns watching you, so you wouldn’t be alone. This is Zayn, but he needs to go now."

She handed a small, wooden stirring rod to the boy from Obsidian Peak. "Mix it until it turns the color of a bruised plum," Sienna told him, guiding his hand. "The winter-rose brings essential moisture back to the dead tissue. The pine oil allows that moisture to penetrate the barrier of the skin, and the iron-root stops the underlying muscle from contracting and forming restrictive scar tissue." The boy stirred the mixture diligently. His eyes widened with awe as the contrasting colors blended into a rich, fragrant, deeply restorative salve. "Thank you, Arbiter."

The Ironwood alpha was twice Bastian's size. He looked at me like I was already dead. "That's the abomination? He barely looks worth the arrow." The northern border was a wall of green and grey. Ironwood forces stretched along the tree line in a dark line of armor and steel, their grey tree banners hanging limp in the windless cold. The alpha stood at their head, a mountain of muscle and scar tissue with a wolf's pelt draped across his shoulders. His beta, the same one I had fought in the pit months ago, stood at his right hand. When the beta saw me, his yellow eyes flickered with something that might have been guilt.

“Bandit!” “Oh, sweetheart! Are you okay? Did that motherfucker touch you?” “No. He said his buyer wanted me untouched,” she said, and her whole body shuddered. “We got the bastard,” Bandit said, and she visibly relaxed against him. The door opened again and Nitro strode toward them. “Wrath, fuck man. We owe you.” “That’s Wrath?” Caroline asked incredulously. “You sent Wrath to find me?” “He’s the best at finding what others can’t,” Bandit said.

And now this one, bleeding all over the floor from a stab wound she’d delivered with a knife. Damian blinked. A normal human. Injured, pregnant and against creatures that could bend steel. “Blackwood,” he grumbled, “your mate is terrifying.” Ruby swayed on her feet, eyes glazed with pain and exhaustion, but her grip on consciousness was pure stubbornness. Ruby’s unfocused gaze snapped toward him, wild and desperate. For a moment she didn’t seem to recognize him, only registering movement, threat, survival. She was ready to fight him too. He lifted both hands, palms out. “Relax, sunshine. I’m not here to haul you back to Frankenstein’s basement.”