Rwby Lionheart Novels & Stories

“Any luck Firefly and Bronyium?” Twilight asked “I managed to make the Mane 5 come their senses but they don’t want to come back and reunite the Mane Six again, so you, Brony and I are only ones left to bring Equestria back to tip top shape or in other words in order” I said. Twilight was happy that my determination and my willpower didn’t break “I’m very happy that your flame didn’t fade” then Twilight clapped her forehoofs and Bronyium was not a ghost anymore “Twilily what did you do to Bronyium?!” I asked “I decided to revive him with my claps of resurrection” said Twilight. I looked at Bronyium and put my knee down “since you’re back to life Bronyium I’m no longer welcome in Twilily’s ho

Four matches passed in a blur of footwork, sparks, and strained breaths. A few impressive. Most forgettable. The crowd, still buzzing from Nyomei’s performance, was hungry for the next highlight. They didn’t have to wait long. “Next match—Lotanni Ryel versus Bryon Aros.” A hush settled. The name Bryon alone drew tension. Petrusia’s second-in-command. Royal werewolf. Born with both privilege and power, and trained like a weapon since childhood.

His voice echoed throughout the whole cave making it shake hard. Lionel let out a laugh of sarcasm and wiping the blood near his lips, he got up. Because of the blow blood came out of his mouth. But he was way too stronger than Liam. Because he has the power of a Lion and a Dragon. And has the swiftness of a phoenix. It can be said that he is the most powerful hybrid of the supernatural world.

"Don't stop, no matter what's happening to me. I will catch up. If you find Liam, tell him I will be right there." The blond no-fur next to him began to shift into his Bunny form. "I'm not saying I'm the best fighter, but I can do more like this. My name's Bright, by the way. The Hare we are facing might be using some heavy auric magic. He doesn't have a bond, so Nickel might have stolen some of the red gems or - Father of Hares watch over us - the super-powered green ones."

She had never seen him show so much emotion except when they were arguing or he was issuing threats to others. "What? He locked you guys with a lion?" Bernice asked surprised. Rojan nodded "Yes, I was only eleven and Wayne was fifteen. He said that if we did not learn to shift into our werewolf form the lion would eat us for breakfast." "And he meant it, too bad my father also shared the same opinion with him," Wayne added. "So, what happened? How did you guys get out?" Bernice asked, clearly enjoying the gist. "Wayne wrestled with the lion bare-handed and wrenched its neck, it was a deathly struggle for a young pup. Three days later when my father came to fetch us, he met the lion remains,"

The smoke parted. A giant, dark-red wolf loomed before us. In its jaws dangled a smaller, broken lycan—same golden eyes, same hue. Riftan. "Milord!" Vale stepped forward. "Step back," Leurel warned. My knees trembled. Stay calm, Ruby. Zen isn’t gone. He must have a plan. "Ah... I’ve never seen that expression on you, Ruby," Ydrian’s deep voice slithered through the air. "Are you angry I took care of your little prince?"

The dagger gleamed in the torchlight, a streak of darkness poised to pierce the heart of everything Lyra had fought to survive. Time slowed. Her pulse thudded in her ears, each beat in sync with the white-gold pulse of the bond that roared along her wrists, along her spine, along every nerve. Rylan’s growl shook the hall, vibrating through the stones beneath their feet. His golden eyes were molten, wolf fully unleashed, claws gleaming. He shifted between worlds of man and beast, every muscle coiled and trembling with deadly intent.

The pull to her was stronger than that of gravity. Lucian rose to the surface further wanting to join in the moment as he knew her to be his true mate now. My teeth elongated scratching at her lip by mistake. She winced, causing me to pull away, seeing her wipe her lip with her thumb. A small amount of blood smeared on her thumb, but she didn't seem frightened. In fact, I could feel her excitement. My innocent Raya wanted more than I had been giving her. She wanted me to rough and I quickly accepted that role.

Aubrey's POV As I stared at the lion, tears streamed down my cheeks. The lion was on top of Carmie while they were doing that, and I could see the enjoyment on their faces. "L-lion?" I said, then he just looked at the side of the door and his face seemed to have lost color. He also looked at the side of the door and smiled at me foolishly when he kissed Leion again. I can't take a breath. I don't know, but It looks like someone is holding my breath right now.

She spat out a mouthful, her face twisted in disgust. I couldn’t help but smirk despite the panic clawing at my chest. “I have no idea!” I shouted over the howling wind. My words barely carried above the storm, swallowed by the hiss of shifting dunes. Inside the storm, another form appeared, rising out of the heat and dust. Leo, the Lion, emerged with a roar, his dark fur blazing with an eerie black flame that flickered and danced. His paws, massive and powerful, left deep impressions in the sand, yet he didn’t sink a single inch, as though the desert had no power over him.