Rwby Rex Novels & Stories

Ruby smarts off to Hector. Rex laughs at them arguing and shakes his head. He heads in to get Ash, as his time is up. Once Ash and Rex are back with the group. “Ok, Ruby, you’re up. Show them how it is done. You got really close last time,” orders Rex. Ruby runs in with a smile. I will beat these boys and move on with Trevor, Ruby thinks. “How did you do?” Ash asks Hector. “I don’t know honestly, I got to a part with garlic spraying,” says Hector.

I sat down and took the glass he offered with a smile. “Ryder Grey, born the second son of Sire Lucas Grey, elite hunter at age seventeen, Sire of Princeton at age nineteen, exiled for marking a woman while married to another, created your own tribe of all kinds in Bushnell and currently working for the Elders as hunter all at the age of twenty-five. How’d I do?” he asked me with a smile. “You’re very informed my King,” I said. “Please call me Rex in private. I like to know things about people. Is it true that your son was riding a wolf when Archie came to see you?” he asked me and I smiled at that.

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.

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

The way she swallowed every insult from Ravena and Mariseth and still somehow found a way to smile. He had been there. He had seen it all. And yet, he had done nothing. His hands clenched the reins until his knuckles ached. He was Beta Rexor, commander of the warriors of Silvermoon, feared on the battlefield, respected by allies and enemies alike. But what did all that strength matter when he couldn’t shield one girl in his own household? The horse snorted as if sensing his turmoil. Rexor pressed a hand to his face, rough palm scraping over stubble as the first hot tear broke free. He cursed himself for the weakness — yet the tears wouldn’t stop.

Rex stumbled as Arthur shifted into his human form and came to help him stand. “I’ve… never been so glad to see anyone as I am to see you right now, Your Majesty.” Rex huffed. “I don’t know if they’ll come back, but we have no hope of fighting another attack like that.” Arthur pulled Rex’s arm around his shoulder and took on more of his weight, “You’re too injured to be out here by yourself.” “I’m the only one able right now,” Rex said grimly. “Had to make sure we got all of the bodies… the bonfire on the training pitch is still going.”

“I’ll give you that. But maybe use them on something useful. Go wrestle a pup, chase a squirrel, or go fuck yourself somewhere, I don’t care—just stop barking at the wrong time, boy. Let me eat.” Aurora glared at her uncle before reaching across the table to hold her nephew's hand, but Rex pulled away. “Imagine asking about some nameless bitch at a royal dinner,” Ragnar muttered with a small mock laugh before continuing his meal. Rex’s breathing quickened as he ignored Lord Ragnar. “You didn’t come back with her,” he said again, his voice trembling with fury. “Why? Why didn’t she come back with you?!” Brevin cleared his throat, trying to cut through the storm. “Rex,” he said quietly, “this i

Adrian’s lips are soft and warm, and I can’t help but melt into his embrace. For a brief moment, I forget about the war between the packs, about Liam and the Twilight pack, about everything. All that exists is Adrian and the way he makes me feel. But before the kiss can go deeper, a huge creature shoots up from the water and screeches like a vulture. I turn around, eyes locking on the most grotesque water dragon that I’ve ever seen. Its scales are a sickly green color, and its eyes are a piercing red that seems to bore into my soul. I can feel its hot breath on my skin as it opens its mouth wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.