Rwby Semblance Novels & Stories

Rowen asked, looking from me to Raziel. “Rayne is a Reaver with Wolf focused abilities.” Raziel finally said. Neither brother said anything, but the slow inhale from Rowen, and the subtle seat shift from Ramses, told me everything I needed to know. These tiny, nonverbal cues conveyed a wealth of information, hinting at the complex, simmering tensions that lay just beneath the surface.

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Energy pulsed and wavered into the space between us. “I will find your sister and see if she is worth saving,” I let him know. Beckham convulsed and then suddenly went still. The darkness retreated dragging with it a phantom of dim dark shapeless light, as it returned to my feet and deposited it there, immobile. I turned to Wyatt, “The first installment of our vow,” I said. The Beast growled in approval from within the confines of Wyatt’s body, his skin bristled as he pushed back with the urge to shift.

“I’ll record it. You’ll want to relive this performance later.” “I’m just here for the popcorn,” Sage said sweetly, hand over her mouth—but the mischief in her eyes betrayed her. “…Y’all are the worst.” The match began. Red Rose went in guns blazing, directly targeting Briella. Her attack was fast, sharp, and merciless. Scarlet nails flew across the keyboard with elegant brutality. A perfect storm of style and power—an absolute femme fatale. A glint of appreciation danced in Briella’s eyes as she watched the rapid lines of code scroll by.

The haze of dark that surrounded him was growing the longer Brady allowed his wolf to be in control, and I could feel the light within rising to the occasion. I could feel Atlas through the bond now and knew that he was moving closer by the minute. While I knew I could take Brady in a fight, Raze was a force to be reckoned with, and I wasn’t sure what to expect from the haze of darkness around them either. My light and ability to break the silver cuffs may have intimidated Brady, but Raze was unaffected. Something told me he was more aware of the situation at hand, more in tune with the surrounding darkness. I was leery of him, as he had stayed in between me and the exit during everything th

Albert told without a trace of guilt, and his face shows a devilish smile with no shame. Zitrey has a dark expression, looking down while clenching her palm, she mumbled, “You. You have no right to call my name!” She runs to attack with a fist but was blocked by the sword still on its sheath. Her strong strength was completely stopped by the young girl with that dark and emotionless eyes, like a beautiful doll controlled by remote control. Seems a perfect version of cold-hearted Crimson Blade. “Good job White Raven.” The young lady nodded receiving a compliment from her master, and step aside, away from this dumbfounded opponent.

Everything blurred except for him. "Ruby?" Sebastian's voice was distant, almost drowned out by the roaring in my ears. But I didn't turn to him, I couldn't. All I could see was Gabe, his familiar stance, the way his gaze sought mine and held it, pulling me in like gravity. The storm of conflicted emotions just halted, like I hit the eye of the hurricane. I knew it was temporary, the mate bond at play as I stared at my fated, but I didn't care. The pain had stopped and I never wanted it to return again.

Her limbs had snapped back into place wonderfully, the punctures and black bruising covered artfully with clothes and makeup. Bryony paused by the small casket longer than was custom, and the people behind her began to feel ill at ease for her, this strange, almost mystical girl who dared throw off the flow of the viewing line. Bryony studied Samantha carefully, delicately moving away the ruffled collar to see the thin wound that ran all the way around her throat.

It is a wound. Ari took a step back. “You’re saying this is all… a scar?” A scar left open. To teach. To reflect. To birth those willing to listen to what magic tried to silence. Kaima placed her hand on the vault wall. The glyphs aligned into a spiral. She didn’t speak. But the Grayseed responded: A low hum, deep and ancient. Ari whispered: “It’s syncing.” Back in Karthir, the False Bloom Variax began to rupture.

If the pressure increased just a little, Jay's chest might crumble into sand. “You're going to kill me? Haven't you got what you wanted?" said Jay, maintaining a relaxed smile. Ruby's roar erupted. Jay translated. The girl was screaming, Not yet! “Just go ahead and kill it.” The backs of Jay's four fingers gently stroked the fur on Ruby's cheek. The touch then boiled down to his thumbs, intended to massage the eyelids. No one blinked. Ruby noticed the strangeness in Jay's red pupils. The star fragments reappeared, this time like a constellation following a vortex. Jay’s twisting beauty contracted then expanded repeatedly in the rhythm of her breath. Calm. Ruby often felt the same when lookin