Rwby Rex Novels & Stories

The sound of them hitting the bottom came long, long after. Rex hit the brakes the instant we cleared the entrance. He swung the rear wheel sideways to block the narrow opening. Then he was off the bike, pulling the broadsword from his back. "Go. Now." I swung off the motorcycle. "You can't take them alone—" "I'm not taking them. I'm taking the goddamn road." Rex raised the broadsword above his head. The blade flashed once in the moonlight. Then he brought it down on the overhanging rock above the entrance.

says Hector. “Yeah, I got a little further than that. I just get my turns mixed up” says Ash . “That is because you do not trust your vampire instincts. I have been telling you for over three weeks now, Ash. Trust in yourself,” says Rex. As the boys are talking, Rex sees there is about a minute left when Ruby walks out on the other side of the maze. “Nice job Ruby, you did it” says Rex. Ash jumps for joy and goes to hug Ruby.

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.

he asked, voice low with the suspicion that comes with rules. Rexor met the boy’s eyes and saw fear of censure, of orders, of the Alpha’s temper. It made his own chest tighten. “I ride on a scouting sweep,” he said with the authority he carried like a mantle. “The eastern watch sent word of rogues near the ravine. I'm going to look.” The youth blinked, relief softening his features, there were many small falsehoods that made up pack life. “Will you return before dawn?” Rexor forced a small, merciful lie. “If all goes well.” He slid the reins over the horse’s neck, the animal sighing as it felt familiar weight. He did not intend to return empty-handed.

“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.

If Pennywise had pale yellow ish teeth then Zalreth, on the other hand, has red smelly teeth. Coughing with the need of air Ryley turned his head to another side not being able to beat his breaths. He directed his arm down to his jeans and in the pocket as he pulled out the desired stone. The Rex Stone. But on a serious note, was he really going to give away such a considerable and obsolete material to this creature! His motives were right in front of him; they were not even ethical still— would Ryley give it over to him! Is this the type of fight this thing intended to have?

My mind racing, I realized with a jolt of shock that it was Roxy who had me pinned beneath her. My mind reeled in shock as I struggled to comprehend the impossibility of my situation. How was Roxy, a mere Risen, able to overpower me with such ease? I was a Reaver, a being of unyielding supernatural strength and resilience, and yet she had me pinned to the ground with an unyielding grip. I attempted to establish a mind link with Atreyu, but he was either unconscious or dead, and I couldn't see him to determine his fate.

It's the usual crazy-calm that comes with Purity, but it's mixed with a certain dark energy, and I'm having a hard time deciding if it's just a new attribute to her, or if it's just Rex's presence soiling hers. My focus finally switches subject, resting on Rex, his golden eyes staring directly at me, a certain sparkle dancing deep within. One second his face is a dead mask, unreadable and cold, the next, a grin—God knows where from—is plastered on it, displaying his perfectly white dentition, his expression still unreadable and cold. "The Pride of Reigns!" His voice booms through the room, somehow managing to be more galling than Ryat's crazy laugh from a minute ago.