Rwby Mercury Black Romane & Geschichten

Ruby hit Jade on her fin. Just as they were having their casual conversations, trying to warm up to know each other, a group of armed mer-witches came right upto them and then formed a protective formation. From behind that line, from a carriage made of Sea Foam, came out the queen herself, as Jade and Ruby went down in a bow.

I roared. I flared my silver-mercury wings, the blades vibrating with a royal gold light that fought against the blue gloom of the eclipse. I didn't want to hurt him, but the "Void-Hybrid" pulse in my womb was screaming—a predatory, territorial alarm. The child knew the Machine Mother was trying to move into its house.

When I get back to Lucy's room, I lock the door firmly behind me and run straight to the cabinet where I kept Merlin's charm. My hand shakes as I pull the bone bracelet from its hiding place. I pause, because I see the stones have changed color. Where they were once a bone white, they now have veins of black running through them. I put it onto my wrist regardless of that and I slice my thumb, pressing blood onto the shapes carved into it. Anger pounds through my blood as I whisper frantically, "Answer, you fucking bitch!" The room chills and the shadows gather at my door again, but this time Merlin doesn't appear. I watch as words etch themselves in silver light against my door instead.

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

He is fully clothed and leans against his fancy car. Mercedes takes a dip and leisurely swims in his direction. Like a water goddess, she emerges from the lake, the water dripping from her body like pearls. As she draws the water from her long black locks, Glary holds his breath. The beauty that he sees unfold before his eyes occupy all his senses. He ends the conversation immediately and walks toward Mercedes, who is still unaware of the strong feelings she has aroused in her Alpha's son...

A strong she-wolf, there’s a rumor about her, but that’s a story for another time. Next is… Mercimer Marx (25) Alpha of Eternal Blaze Pack. The youngest Alpha here. Always calm and collected, he is also the nicest. He has reddish brown hair, blue eyes, and a freckled face. A look that could melt anyone's heart. Then, Hercule Perrimont (34), Alpha of the Penumbral Sturgeon Pack. He doesn't speak much and doesn't entertain anyone: a silent type as the term says. He handles the pharmaceutical side of the Manor. He has shoulder-length wavy black hair.

In no time, he rolled up his shirt, pulling it up and tucking it up above his belly. He gave the big devil a chance to see exactly what he was hiding. Indeed, Royalty caught an extreme glimpse and Immediately fear gripped his heart. Water. Mercury's skin had broken. It was leaking. Droplets of water gushed out of his belly like a fountain, heavily flooding the ground. Soon, it moved to his ears, mouth and nose. It flooded every opening he had in his body. He was like a human fountain. It was black water. Royalty recognized it very quickly. It was the same water Mercury was drowned in. The water of death.

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

"Target... target identified. Unknown entity. Threat level... uncalculated." I didn't waste breath trying to remind him who I was. I had fifty seconds before the sector I was standing in became a null-value. I slammed my palm onto the terminal’s glass. The Mercury Lines on my wrists—those thin, geometric gold runes that usually felt like a cold weight—ignited. It wasn't just heat; it was a stinging, white-hot needles-under-the-skin burn. The ancient mercury code beneath the floorboards responded, surging up through the server racks in a series of heavy, metallic thuds.

"Finally!" Rhiannon Blackwood whispered, a smile stretching on her lips. She held up a small amber-coloured vial to the overhead lights, excitement buzzing in her veins. She was currently in her lab and had just perfected the 'Lunar Bloom' serum. With this serum, Werewolves, especially the younger ones, could experience pain-free shifts. This was something she had been working on for months and had been one of her most difficult projects. She couldn't wait to let her family know about the good news.