Novelas y relatos de Rwby Relics

“We… we need to know. Our daughter… She’s been… involved with the Moonlit pack. And we need to know…” The Oracle regarded them with a knowing look, as if she could see straight into their minds. “Ah, I see.”, she said softly. “Yes, I have sensed the stirrings of destiny surrounding your daughter. There is indeed a connection between her and the Moonlit pack, a bond that transcends time and space.” Elio and Leonora exchanged stunned glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “But… what does it mean?”, Elio asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

Junior and Allysyn marvelled at the reversible tabletops and Allysyn even went to check out the fake window to be sure it wasn’t real. One of the attendants assigned to them threw them into an excited frenzy as he pointed a remote at the window and the pastoral scene changed to that of a water brook where fishes were leaping out of the water and splashing themselves. For the first time, Reyona heard Allysyn laugh, it was such an enjoyable, tinkling sound that had her smiling wildly. She felt Maxwell touch her hand and she looked at him as she blinked back the moisture that was setting in her eyes. He looked at her in understanding as he curled his hand around hers.

I encouraged, hoping to uncover any detail that might help us understand them better. She took a deep breath, her eyes distant as if she were reliving the scenes. "I see an ancient hall, Orin. Its walls are covered with symbols that match those on the relics I found. There's a council of figures, their faces obscured, but their voices... they chant a melody that resonates with my power. And there's this man, with storm-silver hair and eyes like mine. He calls me 'child of fire and shadow' and speaks of my untamed power." The intensity of her words sent a shiver down my spine. The relics she had discovered were indeed ancient, their surfaces etched with symbols that seemed to pulse with a lif

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?

"I’m being sincere. You probably don't know that this merman has abilities that other beast folk don't have. As long as you raise him with blood for 999 days, he can fulfill any wish for you. Even if you wanted the moon, this all-powerful merman would be able to get one for you. I want to give this merman to you because you'll be coming of age in less than ten days, so it’s the perfect gift.” Lyra beamed with joy and held Thalyx in her arms, her face glowing with excitement. However, Thalyx, who had been looking forward to being taken away by Lyra, started to fiercely struggle. I immediately went up and covered Thalyx's mouth. Ignoring the look of shock on his face, I ordered sternly, "Someo

My eyes went to the box laying on the table... The one I had wrapped with my own hand... I grabbed it and opened the box... The pendant was there... A sword with a Ruby... Mimicking the same charm she had given me years ago when I swore to protect her... She made me her knight.... It was made with rose gold because yellow gold doesn't suit her... I had known it from long ago... We were playing and she was complaining about a bracelet she couldn't wear because it was yellow gold... She hated it...

The next morning, sunlight streaks rested gently on Elara like pixie dust. She stretched her arms like a baby, wriggling in all directions to ease her sore muscles. But she froze when she noticed a faint strip of ribbon tied around her wrist—right over the spot Damien had gripped so roughly the previous night. Her brows furrowed. Who tied this? Still half-lost in thought, she slid off the bed—only for her feet to brush something soft and furry. She looked down. A pair of adorable white bunny slippers sat neatly by her bedside.

‎ ‎His voice filled the hallway. ‎ ‎"As for Kael, I am far more better than him." ‎ ‎"He is low class." ‎ ‎"He is a weak Alpha." ‎ ‎The recording ended. ‎ ‎I stared at my phone. ‎ ‎Why did my wolf want this? ‎ ‎What was the purpose of this weapon? ‎ ‎Before I could form a thought, her voice slithered into my mind again. ‎ ‎"Adrean can help you with your revenge." ‎ ‎"Adrean can help you kill Kael."

Harvey stands by the doorway, silent and still, arms crossed, his presence a living barrier against distraction. Garren’s hand rests against the armrest. There's pin-drop silence while he watches everyone in the room. “The relics are awake,” he says. He makes sure to deliberately keep his voice low. “All relics tied to the prophecy are glowing. You know what that means." A murmur rises and dies immediately. Elder Wade leans forward, tightening his lips, his eyes searching the rest of the others for confirmation, but he only finds apprehension mirrored back. Archer swallows, then risks the words he’s been holding. “The White Witch,” he mentions."

He appeared a few seconds later, his hair still damp and a grin on his face. “Hey, Wrath, good to see you,” Rebel said. “We’re having church, but out here. Get the sweet butts to the basement rooms. All members and prospects present for this one,” Nitro said. “Got it,” Rebel said and left as quietly as he had appeared. Nitro turned toward Whitney and gave her a dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Road Warrior’s clubhouse. A friend of Wrath’s is a friend of ours.” “Thank you,” she said softly.