Rwby Lancaster Novels & Stories

Bailey's POV “No, Bailey.” “That’s the third time you’ve said that, Rider,” I said, my voice steady even though everything inside me was shaking, “and I’m done pretending it means anything.” “You are not going in there,” Rider replied, his tone controlled but strained, like he was holding a door shut with his body, “Lancaster is still considered property until the council decides otherwise, and I am not risking you walking into something you can’t undo.” I stared at him for a second, then nodded slowly, like I was agreeing, like I was backing down, and then I walked straight past him toward the holding corridor without another word.

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Ryan Blackwood glanced at his watch, his expression darkening. The scheduled meeting time had already passed, and there was still no sign of Mrs. Lancaster from Elegant Realm studio. This was unusual and irritating. Throughout his career, others waited for him—never the reverse. Ryan Blackwood didn't wait for anyone, especially not for meetings they had requested. His gaze drifted toward the window just as Cedric Lancaster's car pulled away from the curb. Their eyes almost met through the glass, but the vehicle accelerated past, carrying away the woman who should have been sitting across from him right now.

Volume Two, her story, was a blank page, and we were merely its first guides. We walked home slowly, the three of us a single unit against the chill. Lanc carried her, facing outward now, her back to his chest, so she could see the world. I kept my arm looped through his, my head resting against his shoulder, feeling the solid, steady rhythm of his steps. The town was quiet in the post-frost lull, gardens put to bed, windows glowing gold in the early twilight. “A smudge,” Lanc said finally, his voice a low rumble in his chest that I felt as much as heard. “The official inaugural scribble of the next generation. Arthur’s a sentimental old fool.”

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

To be fair, Lancaster sucked, and it was totally overrun by vampires. “Lancaster,” Ian repeated, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall of the garage like he meant to be there a while. “Because you want to go get a drink. Dude, there are bars in Laceyville. You know, home turf. No vampires hanging around sneering and talking under their blood-breath about mange and kibble.”