Rwby Remnant Map Novels & Stories

Desert and wastelands that eventually bleed into the mountains once more to the east, but to the west lies a great, endless ocean, and the edge of the map. “Did you make this?” I ask when I reach his side. “Gods, no. This is older than me by centuries, I’m sure.” “But it’s accurate?” I look up to the far edge of the map, where Veiled Valley rests deep in the mountains, likely hundreds of miles from the nearest settlement, and the closest community to the ocean on Ryatt’s side of the border between the Roguelands and Rifthold. “It is,” he says softly, almost dreamily. He takes several steps away from the table and points to the ground at his feet. “Maatua would be… somewhere around here, I’m

At the map’s heart: The Grove of Ash and Light. None but Amryn recognized it. She’d seen it in a forbidden chapter of the Book of Endings, a chapter marked “Withdrawn by Request of the Flame.” She had memorised every word, every line, and now she understood what must come next. Two days after the map’s awakening, a raven came to the camp. No wax seal. No noble crest. Just a black feather, and a child’s scrawl on a strip of cloth:

"I am keeping this." "It was always going to be yours," she said. I found Dante in the war room with Adrian. They were looking at a map of Ashwood Pack territory that Mara had pulled from their intelligence files. Adrian had a contact name written on a piece of paper that he was explaining the significance of when I walked in. They both looked up. I put Lyra's granddaughter's map on the desk beside the Ashwood map. "The descent route," I said. "Mapped by Lyra's granddaughter from Lyra's descriptions. The Threshold is here." I pointed to the lowest marked level on the old map. "Below Ashwood territory. Six layers down."

"There are Moon-Wolves everywhere," Kellan said, spreading the map across the council table. "Hiding. Waiting. Every pack that joins the Accord leads to three more reaching out." The map was covered in markers now. Silver Hollow at the center. The Gray Reach in the north. Mirren's Promise on the glacier. The Sunken Valley, marked for the first time on any official record. And now the Saltmarsh Delta, far to the south, a territory none of us had ever visited.

Hernie nodded, and instead of explaining where Zen could find them, she passed him a copy of her map. “Here, you can have this. It’s a copy of the map I made while researching. You should be able to find all the variants in the locations I circled, although it might be tricky to get access to some of them. You can refer to the research notes behind the map for more information and ask me again if you can’t find them. Please let me know as soon as possible after you’ve weeded the monsters in my research grounds!” Waving goodbye to the fungi researcher, Zen patted Lime and set off to the closest variant hunting ground.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

He wraps an arm tighter around me, and his other hand glides up my thigh as he gently nips my neck, making me squeak. ‘Well, I got you didn’t eye,’ he whispers huskily in my ear. I blush and slap his hands away. ‘I suppose you might have some good advice for Reaper,’ I laugh. Vermillion hovers high in the air as I look at the map. There are mountains everywhere up ahead to the East, but there are also mountains to the North and South. ‘If Moon Crest Castle is that way, then Oak paw mountain is to my North over there,’ I point.

Only the silence of a thousand hearts that didn't beat. "My name is **Unit R-01**," the double said. "But for the sake of the ledger, you may call me **Remnant**. And I am here to facilitate the transition of the remaining organic matter into the Archive." "Organic matter?" I spat, stepping up beside the real Rowan. I was trembling, the weight of the "Reboot" still making my head swim. I felt frail, stripped of the violet fire that had defined me for so long. "You’re talking about people. Families. Pups who have just seen the sun for the first time."

It groaned open. Dust and the scent of old rain filled the chamber. Inside, the walls were lined with faded murals. Silver wolves beneath a white moon. Shadowed wolves beneath a red one. And at the center of the floor, a stone map. Afnan stepped closer, her breath catching. The map had been carved directly into the ground, its lines etched deep into the black stone. Mountain ranges. Forest borders. Rivers. Bloodstone. And two circles. One beneath the fortress.

Even tiny progress still counted. As Raven unlocked her phone, I noticed the familiar supernatural map application glowing faintly across the screen. Every supernatural community had something similar. Pack borders. Neutral territories. Known covens. Safe routes. Places ordinary humans never knew existed. "Alright," she said. "Let's see what we've got." She zoomed farther and farther into the map. "No major cities." I nodded. "No packs within immediate range." Another nod. "Enough forest for your wolf." Good. "And..." She frowned thoughtfully.