Rwby: Remnants Switchback Novels & Stories

She looked thoughtful for a few seconds before hopping up from the chair "yes its coming back to me, it said some words on it uh your eyes or something like that" "yes yes and it pricked our fingers and then the lighting was boomign behind us and then uh I I don't remember" I sat down on the bed "the rod must've did something but how" "and better question where the hell is it and how do we get back to our own bodies" We both sat quietly for a few seconds "we have to go back to the school and check the field for the rod, maybe it says how to switch back on it" She nodded her head then stopped and looked at me suspiscously "what I asked you got a better idea"

It was running on backup power, transmitting and recording everything. Sage said three words to me: "We got him." I let a sigh of relief. Then her expression changed. Her eyes went wide. She was looking at something behind me. I spun around. Richard Webb stood at the corner of the corridor. He had seen Sage, the phone, the livestream and how the viewer count was climbing. His pleasant expression suddenly disappeared for the first time and was replaced by something ugly, desperate and cornered. "Give me that phone," he said.

Several people rushed in and restrained Jackson. Mark walked in against the light. The next second, I fell into a familiar embrace. The moment I felt his warmth, I broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. Mark held my face, heartbroken. He gently touched the wound on my cheek, his eyes full of emotion. “Emma, I’m late.” I shook my head. Not late at all. He came just in time. Behind us, Jackson started shouting, “What are you doing? Do you even know who I am? I’m from the city—”

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.

Daisy still kept silent, calm as if nothing had happened. Dash’s head was like mud, he couldn’t remember anything. He quickly rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water on his head. A few blurry, fragmented images exist in memory. To stop Daisy's annoying crying. Dash sees Daisy as nothing more than a stuffed animal. Cover her nose, pinch her cheeks, spread her mouth, strangle. Being bothered too much. Daisy also reacted a bit. Mumbling something, she turned over and leaned in the other direction, continuing to sleep.

And yet this was no violent weather event. “Goddess, it’s started!” Ursula’s face seemed to pale even further if that was possible as she turned for the door. “The shift is happening!” “Ursula, can we use sedatives or tranquilizers if necessary?” Lucas asked, instinctively positioning himself between the door and his mate, the muscles in his arms flexing as Ares simmered just under the surface. “We can but only as a last resort.” The witch replied. “Trying to stop a shift half way through isn’t known for its successes.”

System alert flashes red. *Rift Event: Underworld Echo Breach – Level 85 Elite Mob Spawn.* *Boss: Remnant Death Lord (Echo) – HP: 500,000,000* We’re on the porch in seconds. The Court armed. Mom and Dad behind us—Mom with her consecrated mici grill fork (don’t ask), Dad cracking knuckles that summon thunder. The rift tears open over Hell’s Half Acre—violet lightning, marigold fog, obsidian skulls rising like balloons.

--- 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.”

“Because we don’t know what it is.” She tilted her head. “It’s not a what. It’s a who.” Kye narrowed his eyes. “Say that again?” Rowan stepped forward, frowning. “A mirror can’t be..." The surface gleamed and it looked at us. I don’t mean it showed our faces. I mean it turned, slightly. Shifted its surface toward us like an eye widening. Freya stepped closer. “It’s one of them. Not a gate. A remnant.”

"Aren't you worried she'll find out?" Seeing that I didn't refuse, Norman smiled and said, "Cindy trusts me completely. She'll never suspect anything. Wait for me in the guest room tonight, same as always." With that, he left. My heart skipped a beat. What did he mean by "same as always"? Before I could figure it out, Julia strolled in. She didn't bother hiding anymore. "How does it feel to use my body, Cindy?" "So, it really is you!" I shouted, tossing the fish aside in annoyance. "What did you do to my body? Swap us back!"