Romans & histoires Rwby Remnants

My dead arm dragged behind me—a senseless slab of necrotic ruin. “I know,” I whispered. The words tasted like copper rust. “But they’re not taking you. Not today.” Ryan’s voice cut through the static—low, cracked, almost pleading. “Phoenix… the loyal faction just went live. They’re countering the remnant broadcast. It’s splitting the feed in real time.” The slate flared brighter. Two faces appeared side by side—loyal Alpha on the left, calm, reverent; remnant Alpha on the right, eyes burning.

Honestly, I think Rob’s only stayed up this late because he feels sorry for me. Usually, I’d be on a call with Cordelia, but obviously, that ship has sailed. That’s probably why he’s put up with me yelling at him so much too. I would feel bad, but I’m too tired to care. I collect his stuff, dumping out piles and piles of cobblestone in order to pick up his diamonds. I don’t intend on returning them – finders, keepers. I’m about to go off at him again when my phone vibrates. It’s a Snapchat notification.

"These areas were also investigated and it's not good. They found more remains." "Remains?" Lucas raised his scarred eyebrow. "They're mass graves." Alex replied. "We think we have found the missing Blue Mountain pack." Before any of the males could speak again, Ursula burst into the room, her eyes wide. Ordinarily Lucas would have something to say about people barging into a meeting uninvited but when he saw the look of horror on his friend's face, any thoughts of reprimanding the witch went out the window. His first thought was something was wrong with Chloe. He had left her with Ursula after all and yet he couldn't feel anything through the mate bond that he hadn't felt before.

For not being able to tackle the perpetrator of the incident, the game isn’t over for them; just bringing back Shrey and Kendall wasn’t the end game. He will never forget or forgive Evelyn, and he will ensure she receives justice in his court, where mercy is the ultimate level and no one can be pleased without his permission, so something massive must be planned to ensure Baith is well embedded in the fish's mouth in order to get her out of habitat and become his delight meal for the day. either the end or, better yet, forgetting everything that occurs, which wasn’t the case for George.

he snarled, “now.” “The Remnants.” The room went silent. Kael stared at her like she’d spoken a curse. “Remnants are myths.” “No,” Lira said quietly. “They’re not. They’re the pieces of God- magic that didn’t find vessels or anchors. Wild fragments. Mindless. Hungry. Drawn to anything that feels like them.” Her eyes landed on me. “They felt her.” My pulse stuttered. Kael stepped closer, shielding me instinctively. “If they come anywhere near her—”

His eyes shone crimson in the dim light. “I was wondering when the tribe would remember its own history.” I was now on my guard, “Who are you?” He smirked, “You may call me what your ancestors did.” Then, he finally stepped fully into the glow. “The Remnant.” Jessica and I were ready for a battle, but he only said, “Beware! If Sheila regains her memories, she will have to be sacrificed to restart the seal!”

Rowan said slowly, “that whatever sealed power you broke to end Lucian’s curse may have left something behind. A remnant, perhaps. Something that now walks free.” Lyra’s pulse skipped. The word “remnant” struck deep, a shadow from every nightmare she’d had since the war. The nights she woke cold, certain she’d heard whispers that didn’t belong to her. “I would’ve sensed it,” she argued, but her voice lacked the conviction she wanted. Helene tilted her head. “Would you? Or has your connection to it weakened over time?” The air in the chamber thickened. Lyra’s hands pressed flat against the table, grounding herself.

First it was fragrance. A chocolate musk mixed with aftershave. Then a man stepped in. With all his Alpha glory, emitting dominance. Lyra seemed to be an eye person, as she always seemed tonoticed the eye of everyone she met. Her violet ones, met his grey ones. It seemed like the world had stopped as she let his scent invade her senses. He smelled of the forest and weirdly, a trace of the aroma ofraspberry and white chocolate cupcakes. “Alpha Callum” she heard her Dad whisper in the background.

“Echoes?” “Like… when part of someone doesn’t die completely. When they leave something behind.” Mira’s expression darkened. “You’re talking about Aaron, aren’t you?” I looked down. “He’s not gone, Mira. I feel him. Sometimes I hear him.” She didn’t answer right away. When she did, her voice was careful. “If he’s inside you, then he’s feeding on your energy. That’s how remnants work. You burn bright, Kora—and he’s clinging to your light to keep from fading.”

The walls were lined with motivational posters and mirrors, reflecting the determination in the eyes of the gym-goers as they pushed themselves to their limits. Lucas was supposed to be listening to his receptionist, who was telling him about new registrations, when he spotted a woman, he had never seen in the gym before. Her chestnut hair fixed in a messy bun on top of her head, her amazing body dressed in a crop top and tight leggings that showed off her hourglass figure. He couldn’t tear away his eyes from her shape. When she turned around and walked towards the room where the next class would begin, he saw her breasts bouncing with each step she took. Lucas’ eyes drifted up to her blue e