Novel & Cerita Rwby Remnants

--- A Forgotten Path The journey began at dusk. Lena, Cassian, Mira, Dorian, and Idris rode out under the dying light, cloaks pulled tight against the chill. They rode toward the Forgotten Path—a place that had once been swallowed by the Rift now left untouched in the wake of its collapse. It was the only place the Remnant could have hidden. The only place left to search. Mira rode beside Lena, her expression unreadable. “So. We’re going straight into the place where reality is already broken.”

He drove the broken obsidian blade into the center of Remnant’s chest—the glowing core where the Archive backup was stored. The explosion was silent. A wave of violet energy rippled outward from the double, washing over the battlefield. The Refurbished warriors didn't die; they simply stopped. They stood like statues, their silver armor turning to dull, rusted iron. Remnant’s face began to pixelate. The perfection faded, revealing a hollow frame of wire and light beneath. "The... the investors... will not be pleased..." Remnant’s voice glitched one last time before his eyes went dark. ---

she shrugged. “Okay, so then we need something new and borrowed.” Aggie said. “Here,” Remi held out a bracelet with purple, red and pink gemstones. “This is my favorite bracelet, so you can borrow it.” She said and snapped it around Ryle’s wrist. “Remi, are you sure?” Ryle asked. “It’s beautiful.” She said lightly running her fingers over the stones. “Of course, besides, I’ll get it back tomorrow.” Remi chuckled, “and I know where you live.”

Lora stepped back and turned to get up on the bus. "Goodbye, Rademos. I'll return your jacket to you whenever I run into you at school." "That's alright. Take care, Lora." Immediately Rademos turned back towards the direction that would take him home; he felt an evil dark force try to break free from within him. The force gripped him so hard that he stood still in the middle of the road while battling it. His honey-colored pupils had gone as dark as night. "Hey man, get out of the way!"

Since the system had given me the identity of Sebastian Whitmore, I would reclaim the glory that belonged to me. As for Aaron Hutchinson, he was truly dead. Together with the heart that had loved Vivian Harkins, he had rotted into the soil. The black Maybach slowly started, its tires rolling through puddles. In the rearview mirror, Vivian seemed to sense something and suddenly looked back. Her gaze pierced through the rain, fixed desperately on my taillights.

Half-shrouded by a broken overhead bulb no one ever fixed. Before he could sit, she was there. Raven. Her heels tapped softly, black lace gloves on her hands, a bottle of whiskey balanced against her hip. No smile. Not at first. She poured him a glass—slow, careful, like it mattered. Reyes stared at the glass. Then at her. “The farmhouse—Bramley Lot—it’s gone,” he said. “They burned it. Nothing left but bones and ash.” Her hands froze for a second. Then she finished pouring and set the bottle down.

Binta asked. "No, in fact, I can destroy her all by myself. But all the jinnis will come to battle. And she holds something very dear to us. Rayuwa had been their blood farm for over 500 years; they will not give it up easily." I explained, and she seemed to understand. "Hope you won't die. I cannot mourn you twice. My heart won't take it." She pleaded, and I nodded in response. BINTA After a while, the Sarki and Sarauniya called Adam and me to their private lounge for a meeting. I watched my mother's smile fade. There was something she knew that she wasn't telling me. I knew she would eventually.