Rwby Lionheart の小説・ストーリー

He asked and turned to face Roy. "He's an hunter who tried to hurt me the last time I was caught," Roy said and at that moment, Liam shifted into his wolf within a few seconds and rushed at Abel. He held him by his head so that his fingers were pressed against his head on either side. His claws slightly pierced him as blood dropped down to the ground from his head. Roy rushed at Liam to stop him as he might hurt Abel if he wasn't stop. "Why are you even with him... he's an hunter," Liam said as Roy pushed him so he would back away from Abel. Abel gasped and breathed heavily. He rested his back against a tree and tried to catch his breath.

“Lysandra, if you’re hearing this, I’ve run out of time. They’re coming for you. And this time, you won’t be able to run.” The tape clicked off. Then the lights flickered. A low growl rumbled through the apartment, sending chills down her spine. “Stay behind me,” Blackwood said, his gun raised. But Lysandra couldn’t move. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind. "Remember who you are." And as the growl grew louder, she felt something stir deep within her—a faint, primal force clawing its way to the surface. For the first time in her life, Lysandra realized she wasn’t just a victim. She was something more.

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.

My face turned into a cooked shrimp, my mind wandering back to a few hours ago about what almost happened between Drake and me. In two days, I would become my favorite person’s Luna. I couldn’t wait to be claimed by the future Alpha of the acclaimed, respectable, and powerful Silver Tail Pack. I was ecstatic. A dream come true for me. “Why are you blushing so hard?” My sister Eleanor not only chimed in, but she was two years younger than I am, and everybody’s heartthrob. She was the jovial and bold one who always went for whatever she wanted. At the age of eighteen, her wolf awakened with beautiful eyes and white fur with a little touch of brown, making her my mom’s favorite. My dad loved he

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

He was currently running like the wind across the center line, twisting his torso and expertly evading two black-banded pursuers as he carried a crisp white flag tightly in his grip. Suddenly, a strange warmth bloomed at the back of my neck. The mate bond must be a palpable, living thing, because I suddenly had this powerful, nagging feeling to look in a specific direction across the clearing. I turned my head and my heart skipped a beat. The Lycan King was sitting right there. He was watching the recruit games like he didn't have a million other important matters to attend to. He wasn't wearing his heavy hooded cloak today for a change, and the cool autumn wind was blowing his white hair me

Lucy had heard that Lion shifters were in a league of their own, and after meeting Jarvis and the warriors in his pride she had to agree. His tawny brown eyes stared deeply into hers and she watched in fascination as Jarvis's lion looked back at her intensely, "I see it," He growled, reaching for her face when she heard the door to her office close. "Stand down pup," Jarvis warned, without breaking eye contact with the she-wolf, as he deftly removed the splinter, causing Lucy's eyes to water. A deep challenging growl filled the room then, and in the blink of an eye, Jarvis was gone, and in his place stood the largest lion Lucy had ever seen. Power rippled through every muscle and sinew of hi

It was love, or at least as close to love as someone like Mason could get. And it had never, ever been for her. Lyra's hand moved unconsciously to her pocket, to where the small pouch of herbs rested. Wolfsbane and silverleaf. Protection against persuasion and influence. Had Mason been using the mate bond to control her feelings? To make her more compliant, more trusting? Or had she simply been a fool, seeing what she wanted to see instead of what was really there?

Lionra stepped inside, his face holding a thousand secrets. Austin spun around, confronting the young Seer with a barrage of questions that had been building up since the incident at the Ancestors’ altar. “That bracelet. Do you know what really happened?” Austin pointed at the jewelry circling Seara’s wrist. “Why did it react like that to Seara? Explain it briefly!” Lionra let out a long sigh, gazing at the bracelet with a melancholic look. “The bracelet chose Seara because she’s a suitable vessel for the Luna synergy from Lycanisius.”

Slowly his appearance normalized and Borox was able to approach him. “We can take her back to the caves, we have the horses ready to leave at once.” Ryder nodded. “Bring the horses around,” he said and Borox left to do as he had been told. Ryder looked down at Lyra and lifted her head so that her face was visible to him. The wizard was right, even Khiones would die from an arrow through the heart, but he had miscalculated as the arrow had not passed through her heart. Her shallow breathing and her injury which he was transferring to himself proved that. The arrow had not pierced her heart.