Rwby Novels & Stories

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

Sabrina whimpered against her shoulder, fingers clutching harder. “Rave,” Sabrina whispered. “Please. Let’s just go.” Raven’s bike was dead, engine silent, her pride in pieces on the asphalt. She cursed under her breath and swung her leg off the Harley, planting her boots firmly on the road. If she had to fight her way out, she’d do it standing. The air smelled of smoke, leather, and something darker. Axel. His scent was sharp, raw, and dangerously intoxicating. Her wolf strained against her control, desperate to close the space between them.

Okay now 😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. This is the end. Don't forget to comment and vote for the final chapter!❎ -Rama There are a couple Werewolf books up on my Instagram profile. ✴To be the second ✴The Tales Of A Pregnant And Rejected Luna ✴The Bad Boy Is A Werewolf ✴His Hidden Child ✴Maid For the alpha Some Romance Fantasy ✴Winter's storm ✴ Within The Flames Of Anger And many other genres I think you'll enjoy. Check them out! And do bring forget to give me some feedback.

Rayne's POV I was shocked at the slap and just when I was about to query him for raising his hand at our child, Leo burst into tears and I immediately realized what he had done. He had realized that Leo was stuck in freeze mode and that slap was meant to pull him out of it and it had worked.

The next moment a familiar man got out of the car and rushed towards us. Wym! “Wym…” I whispered. “Help me..!” He kneeled beside Luther’s chest. “We need to perform CPR.” I nodded. “What do I do?” “Tilt his head slightly,” he said. I did. “You should’ve performed it before!” He growled and placed his hands on top of others and began to push hard and fast into the center of Luther’s chest. I swallowed and watched him with hope. He pushed and pushed and pushed.

“Nothing. Ready. Get set. Go.” “Hey, I wasn’t even ready.” “Losers weepers.” Ruby summoned her water elemental and had it guide her to the other side of the river. “I won!” exclaimed Ruby as she popped out of the water. “No, you didn’t.” Eric was already sitting up on the rock. “What? How did you?” Eric smiled. Ruby didn’t know that Eric had the water elemental dragon. He have pure advantage when it comes to water. “Huh?” questioned Ruby tilting her head.

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.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.