Rwby Semblance Novels & Stories

Turning back to face the man, Rex did what he was told, watching the man carefully, he had the same body language like he was speaking to someone, his hand extended as if to shake another and turned back toward where his corpse was a moment ago, and within a few steps of his final resting place, his face turned into pure fear as a blur blew past him and large gashes on his torso appeared staggering the man, after looking down at the bleeding wounds he looked up painfully as the blur from earlier blew past once more and the gashes appeared, horribly disfiguring his face and he lay on his back, in the same position as his corpse. “Strange indeed, but it seems my earlier suggestions bear fruit,

Looking at the girl in front of him, Owen's face was even more gentle, he approached, reached out to touch her small shoulder, gently shook: "Wake up" It seemed that gentle warm voice had a lot of gravity on Brawen, she gently opened her eyes. A pair of two-colored eyes - on the left is blue like the orthodox Western Europeans, and on the right is red, in the red eyes contains a small purple ring painted with many complex marks - that is the seal. seals Brawen's vampire powers. "I..." she gently rubbed her eyes with her hand. Like every morning, Owen kissed her forehead lightly, reached for a wipe designed to cover the abnormal right eye and put it on for her: "Next time I think you should w

Sashi said without looking at Clark. "Nah, I was just watching the way you write. It seems like uh- your hands are so skinny but it also looks like it can punch someone." He mockingly said but his smiles faded when he tried to touch Sashi's hands. It feels like there's an electricity directly runs on his body even if he can't feel his self anymore because he is a ghost already. He slowly lifted her hands. He can feel her warmth and it feels like it's his...home. A comfort.

Yet now, as this scene unfolded before her, Bluebird realized she had been terribly mistaken—astoundingly so! For a martial arts Ascendant, sensing martial energy came naturally. Amid Liam's unrestrained and domineering aura, Bluebird felt as though she were a tiny, precarious boat amidst a raging sea, on the verge of being obliterated at any moment! "What is this… is he still a martial arts Ascendant?" Her body trembled violently. Compared to Bluebird's reaction, however, the fleeing Monochrome Duo Wraiths felt as if a blazing sun, filled with boundless majesty, was rising behind them!

The wind lost its edge, no longer clawing at the walls but moving past, restless rather than frantic. Tomas noticed first. His shoulders eased as he set another log on the fire. “Storm’s easing,” he murmured. Aerin nodded. “Good.” Inside Briar’s mind, the vision came unbidden. Three flames burned in the dark. One silver-white, steady and luminous. One embered, shadow-laced, pulsing like a heartbeat beneath moonlight. Between them, a third—green and deep as old forests. The silver flame turned first. It had Briar’s face.

Ruby exclaimed as they both leaped over a hidden rope before running a few more meters. The Chimera seemed to be smarter this time as it jumped over the rope as well failing to activate the trap. It snarled at them with a hateful look while it's other heads glared at them fiercely. Even though they are in a critical position and fear was very prominent in their hearts, Ruby didn't let herself be stared down by a mere lower-class phantasmal. She glared back at it and pulled back her weapon holstered on her back before standing protectively in front of an exhausted Aurelius. "Ruby what are you doing?" he asked as if she was out of her mind. And in this situation she probably is.

**"Now watch your world *bloom*." Nessa kneels beside her, moss weaving through her hair like a crown. She won't meet my eyes. --- **The Fractured Pact** Ravel is the first to rise from the Verdant's garden. Her body is a grotesque fusion of warrior and rot-fungal armor plates her chest, her veins pulse with black sap, and her eyes are hollowed pits of green flame. She strides toward me, a sword of petrified wood clutched in her clawed hand.

The directive does not come. Seraya is at the temple's interior edge, positioned where the ruin's wall provides cover, her presence read through the Direwolf bond-sense that the merged power's occupation has not eliminated from the channels, the wolf-nature persisting underneath the merged soul the way the original hybrid power persisted. She is watching with the gold eyes that carry Ronan's assessment quality and she is not moving, reading the scene in front of her with the complete attention of someone who understands that this is the moment and that the moment does not benefit from interruption.

The atmosphere of blue emotion was suddenly shattered, when the protest of the man with heterochromia eyes caught Rose and Bridgette's attention simultaneously. They suddenly let go of each other, and found Xelle standing very close with the Oracle behind his shoulder. Mesmerized. That one word described Bridgette's condition whenever she saw Xelle and Oracle together. The facial resemblance they shared seemed to concentrate the contents of her head, until it melted into an addiction. Did Xelle look similar to Oracle as a child? Bridgette asked herself. She couldn't deny the reality she was trying to interpret. "What are you looking at, Baby girl?"

"Fight!" Rylan's hands moved with purpose, dancing over the wound as his whispers grew more urgent. The light from his hands pulsed in rhythm with Brock's heartbeat, a symphony of life against the looming specter of death. The minutes dragged on, each passing second a weight upon my chest. The golden energy woven by Rylan now cradled Brock's form, enveloping him in its protective cocoon. A bead of sweat rolled down Rylan's temple, a testament to the effort and sheer force of will he was exerting. The room was charged with a kind of electric tension, as if the air itself were waiting for Brock's fate to be sealed.