روايات وقصص ضمن Rwby Lionheart

Kept my body angled just enough that anyone thinking about trying her again would have to go through me first. She hadn’t asked me to do that. Hell, she probably didn’t even want it. But I couldn’t shake the way Riker had looked at her—like she was prey. “Girl’s not cut out for this place,” a voice muttered at my back. I didn’t have to turn to know it was Crow, one of our older boys. Always watching, always testing. “She’s not staying,” I said, taking a drink. “Then why bring her here?” I didn’t answer. Truth was, I didn’t know how to explain it. Didn’t know how to put words to that moment on the road when I’d seen her and couldn’t ride past.

Two snarls clashed in the air as they slammed together, claws raking, teeth snapping, the walls echoing with their violent struggle. Rosetta darted past them, dropping to her knees beside Lily. She wrapped her arms around her daughter, pulling her close as Lily clung to her with trembling hands. “My baby…” Rosetta’s voice cracked. “I’m so sorry you went through this. I will always come for you—always.” Lily buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, sobbing. “I thought you weren’t coming…” Behind them, the fight turned savage. Bayle’s strength was brutal, but Rylan’s precision and speed began to drive him back. Even with his wolf restored, he wasn’t the predator he once was.

I shouldn’t be able to hear them screaming for help, or backup, should I? They’re not my packmates, but… they are. Not only are they members of my pack, a pack I don’t even know the name of, but I am their Luna. Ryatt said so. Fury rips through my body, clearing my mind. I scream in pure, white hot anger and send my powers forward, red light tearing through the trees and turning them to glowing embers. The golden wolf snarls and whimpers as the lion’s claws dig into its chest. The lion has the wolf on its back, its belly totally exposed to the lion’s knife-sharp talons. Red light snakes toward where the two are battling on the forest floor.

Lyra had to take the risk. This wasn’t merely a battle of strength; it was a test of resolve and faith. Lyra felt the weight of countless lives resting on her shoulders, the responsibility of choosing between annihilation and a desperate hope for survival. She looked to Ronan, his eyes reflecting the same determination, the same silent understanding. He gave her a nod, a silent affirmation of their shared belief. With a deep breath, Lyra raised her ancestral blade, its polished surface reflecting the pulsing light of the Obsidian Heart. Ronan stood beside her, his silver fur bristling with anticipation. Together, they faced the heart, their resolve unwavering. Lyra focused all her energy, al

Mathew's eyes shone purple black with a tinge of red in them as he tried analysing the energy and frowned harder when he felt the energy somewhat same as his. Confused, he turned to look at Gwen who gave him a smile and a shrug. His heart stopped and so did everyone's when they saw a huge pure white winged lion with blue eyes in armour jump from the darkness and stand tall and proud looking right at Mathew. Mew gasped as he realised that he was looking at his guardian who looked very majestic and felt very powerful. He approached the beast in awe and reached out a hand to pay it's head in admiration. "You're so strong and powerful. I'll call you Leo. What do you think?"

"If you touch a thread that isn't yours, you'll be pulled into a different life. You might wake up as a human in a world without wolves, or as a corpse in the square" "Where is my son?" I demanded, my emerald eyes scanning the infinite forest of light. "There," Jackson pointed upward. High above us, suspended in a web of violet and gold energy, was Leo. He was fourteen years old, his hair a wild mane of crimson and dark brown, his eyes closed in a deep, supernatural trance. Around him, a figure was moving—the Weaver. The Weaver was a garment of stars, but as we got closer, I saw that it was holding a massive, obsidian shuttle. It was passing the shuttle through Leo’s chest, drawing out a thr

Sonja stated, grabbing Jay and bringing her to her chest. Jay could hear the roaring and growls. Some were angry and others hurt. It didn't take a genius to know what was happening. Jaylee could only hope that it was in Cobra's favor. Even though her mother had told her not to, Jay peaked around her side and wished she hadn't as she saw Cobra almost rip the other male's spine completely from his back. Burying her face in her mother’s chest, she cried. ~End Flashback~

Her steely gaze held disappointment and sadness. I don't give a damn, though. She can join the club. Bastian, a dragon shifter from the dragon realm, came to see me and his gaze held disappointment too. It also contained the added touch of anger, which I deserved. In my grief over the death of my beloved bride, I tried to kidnap Bastian's son, Ashrac. The human bride of Laryn, another of my dragon brothers, tried to stop me. I practically burned her to a crisp, incinerating most of her body. The horror of what I did haunts me, and forgiveness is not what I seek.

She could still feel traces of the dragon's emotions lingering inside her. Relief. Gratitude. Freedom. It felt… Beautiful. Yet overwhelming. She stumbled. Strong hands caught her before she could collapse. "Your Highness." Bina's voice shook. She looked at the dragon. Then back at Maya. Then at the dragon again. "I..." For perhaps the first time in her life... The ex-warrioress could not find words. Lyon stood beside them with one paw limping. His mouth remained slightly open. He had witnessed countless battles. Monsters. Wars. Even the decline of Stormfang. Even becoming a mindless beast himself.

An unexplainable yet explainable feeling washed over me as I looked at the cute boy with ginger brown curly hair, milky white skin, and baby blue tears curled on my bed while looking at me. The sight of white patches of dried tears stuck on the corners of his eyes made me feel like an invisible hand with long claw-like nails that had successfully pierced through my chest and grabbed my heart, squeezing and playing with it.