Rwby Salem Novels & Stories

BAMALI. News about the sudden huge number of visitors arriving at Rayuwa baffled me. I knew what the people were, and I became scared. I had been unable to warn Safia about the jinni's ploy, and I worried that it was too late.

Xavier danced with me as he picked out little conversations which I keep zoning out barely able to keep myself awake. I felt an unfamiliar tingling piling up in my guts. Oh shit! “Lyra” I hear Sage call out my heart dropping at the way his tune sounded. Sage slips his hands through my waist drawing me to him possesively, like I was his price jewel he didn’t want to lose. His action made my back crash to his dominating figure, as his grip gutted tighter on my waist, urging me to bite on my lower lip. “Get to the car” he mumbled to my hearing while he sent glares at Xavier.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

Lyric Adams pov Salem and I had driven for miles down the mountains. The elevation change made my ears pop, and I was glad when he pulled into a roadside gas station. Getting off the back of the motorcycle to stretch, I watched Salem put on a pair of dark sunglasses to hide his red eyes. “The bathroom is inside toward the right if you need to go. I have to go inside to prepay for gas,” he mumbled roughly. “Um, Salem, where are you taking me?” I asked curiously, and he gave me a crooked smile.

“Especially when he sat down.” “Was it worth the view?” Rhett wondered out loud. “Nothing on you guys,” she met Talen’s eyes and winked. He grinned, amused. “But he’s pretty top to toe.” “I wonder if they’re all hot,” Cameron speculated as they approached the Salem house. The gates were open revealing a garden that was overgrown and running to weed after several weeks of neglect. Their approach was noted and by the time they reached the door, Phillip Salem had opened it for them. “Finally,” he said as he stepped back to let them in.