Rwby Moon Novels & Stories

**The Silent Treatment** Elder Thorne stood beneath the ethereal glow of the moonlight, his heart swelling with both reverence and awe as he faced the moon goddess, a divine figure of unmatched beauty and power. Her silvery robes flowed around her like a celestial waterfall, shimmering gently as the soft breeze rustled the leaves overhead. The moon's radiant light poured forth, illuminating the sacred glade where he had ventured, his spirit filled with hope and purpose, seeking the moon goddess's wisdom to guide Caden, the young alpha, in his quest for a suitable luna.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

*Yes. That was it, just ‘yes’. I don't know if the simple answer should please me or concern me. Lupus’s wideset grey wolf walked over to us, growled and shook his head, and then awkwardly trotted off towards the farmhouse, with the remaining Tri-Moon warriors following. Tri-Moon have been hit hard. They have already lost many fighters, and we haven’t even breached the house yet. Lupus himself is covered in blood and slashes. Luna Eclipse have only lost two. But those two will hit them hard. We came to the edge of the tree line, before the area opens up into the large clearing that is the front of the property. The Tri-Moon and Luna Eclipse warriors spread out through the trees. Off to the l

Without thinking about myself, I jumped down from the podium and struck the death wraith with the Moon crest. It released Zira immediately and screamed. The light from the stone seemed to be burning it from the inside out. It thrashed around in an attempt to break free but the Moon crest held it captive. It ended up shrieking like that until it vanished into thin air and the Moon crest fell back into my hands.

I was positive that I wouldn’t give in to his wish until I learned about Doctor Liara Haysbert Wayne, Moana’s cousin and also the Moon Goddess. Not just that, the future werewolf king was Gryphon Ambrose Wayne, who was Moana’s nephew. The cherry on top was that Moana was also related to Calvin Haysbert, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. So, observing all these benefits along with having a rogue as my Luna wasn’t that bad. She was like a trophy that I could show everyone. All I needed to do was keep her under my control so that she would speak and do every word that I said. I had planned everything about how to control her. First, I would teach her manners, which she lacked. How could she glare a

As its light flooded the valley once more, Rorik and Lyra felt a surge of power within them, a strength and vitality that they had never experienced before. And with that power came victory. Rorik and Lyra fought back with renewed vigor, their blows striking true as they beat back the Children of the Moon. When the battle was over, the valley was once again at peace. Rorik and Lyra stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the moon as it shone down upon them. For they knew that the moon was more than just a source of power. It was a symbol of hope and resilience, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always light to be found.

The village buzzes with life. Everywhere I turn, someone is preparing for tonight’s Lunar Eclipse Festival. It’s the most important celebration for Moonlair—a tribute to the Moon Goddess for her guidance and protection. Children race through the village square, their laughter ringing out like bells. The air smells of roasted meats, sweet honeyed bread, and the faint tang of herbs being prepared for the festival offerings.

“I know what you did to her you piece of shit. Either fight me or run. Haley will be coming home with me regardless what you choose.” I can tell he is weigh his options, trying to figure out how he can get Haley back in his grasp. I laugh as his wolves slowly retreat. He backs away from Haley towards his house. I notice Bryce’s wolves have stepped out of the forest, growling and snarling at Red Moon. Red Moon wolves growl back but back away, knowing this is a losing fight for them. I walk over to my mate and pick her up. It actually scares me that she weighs hardly anything. It’s like I am carrying a feather. I’ll have to fix that.

Soft and glowing, her delicate skin resembled a warm caramel shade that shone brilliantly in the sunlight; unlike anyone else, she was unique in appearance. Moon was her name, and it was fitting for the innocent, fairy-like creature she was. Those who passed by her throughout her at the flower garden were awestruck by her beauty. Some would say they fell in love at first sight, while others might think that they had been bewitched by the enchantress. But in tribulation when all the evil forces were behind that fairy, Moon walked into the Lycan's sight, his heart clenched with desire, and he knew without a doubt in his heart that the beauty belonged exclusively to him; he had to own her.

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.