Rwby Sienna Novels & Stories

Bryon didn't change; he still decided to follow every dad's wishes for him, which he absolutely despised but he still did; he somehow ruined his own identity for the sake of power and appreciation; he forgot to have feelings and be happy for himself; and we never restored our siblings' relationship because of our many differences in our perspectives. My heart never returned to normal after reading Sierra's letter; it has been racing ever since. I'm not sure why, maybe I'm just nervous, or maybe I'm simply excited to see Sierra again, to hear her voice again, and to see how much she's changed or whether she's still the same redhead girl I used to know after all these years. It's as if I've re

Sienna took a deep breath and turned off her laptop again. She was not going to look at all that anymore. There was nothing to see. It had nothing to do with her anyway. The little gyrfalcon that followed Sienna was in the corner. It seemed to have noticed something. Its wings fluttered, and it landed on the table. After that, it tilted its head to look at Sienna. Its beautiful amber eyes were rolling around; they were crystal clear.

“Do I get a say in this?” “Nope!” She calls over her shoulder. Kai gives me an apologetic shrug. “You know how she is. Easier to just go with it.” “I remember.” He pulls me into another quick hug. “It’s good to have you home. Really good.” *** Later that night, Sienna pulls up in her BMW and whistles when I get in. “Look at you! Sebastian is going to lose his mind when he sees what he’s missing.”

Sienna arrived exactly on time, wrapped in ivory linen, a diamond at her throat catching every shaft of sun. “You look too perfect for a city still waking,” Amara said, accepting the air-kiss Sienna offered. “California rewards early risers,” Sienna replied with a smile that never touched her eyes. “Shall we?” They walked the coastal path after brunch, ocean wind tangling their hair. Sienna narrated neighborhoods, art districts, charity galas. Amara listened, cataloging every inflection. Halfway down the trail, Sienna’s phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen, thumb hovering, a flicker of something—panic?—before she tucked it away.

Sienna barely even glanced back as she walked off, her blonde hair catching the sunlight, her minions flanking her like a damn entourage. But then—one of them stopped. A girl with sleek brown hair, a designer purse slung over her arm, and an expression that screamed I think I’m better than you. She gave Ryder a sweet smile, tilting her head like she was doing something important. “Sienna wanted me to give you this.” She held out a black and gold invitation.

And the moment I saw tears gathering there, something inside me broke. “I can’t feel her properly,” she admitted in a shaky voice. “Sora feels so far away.” The helplessness in her voice destroyed me. Wolves were not pets. They were not companions who lived beside us. They were half our soul. Half our existence. And right now, Sienna looked like someone terrified she had lost a part of herself forever. I brushed my thumbs gently beneath her eyes before the tears could fall. “You haven’t lost her,” I told her immediately, firmly enough that she would hear certainty in my voice even if I had to force it there myself. “Sora is still with you.” But Sienna shook her head weakly. “What if she does

The moment she got an opportunity, she grasped Selena’s hand and ran out. “How did you come here?” Sienna asked between gasps. “Car…It is parked near the statue of fame.” Sienna grasped her hand and dragged her through a narrow alley saying, “Follow me…” Within minutes, they had got into the car and were on their way to their apartment. Ruby had driven for only a few minutes when she noticed Sienna gasping for breath. She decided to stop at a nearby hospital. *** Alaric managed to reign in his wolf for most of the night but when it was about 3:00 am, a strange restlessness gripped him.

a familiar feminine voice yelled, cold from behind, everything stretched my neck backwards with the pain that filled all my body. It was Lyra, she's situated just like a ghost figure. Our eyes met, eyeball to eyeball, gaze to gaze, heartbeat to heartbeat, but I didn't care about what she felt like. She walked closer to me just like a girl flowing the rhythm of the sound. "What do you want, Lyra?" I asked, my voice steady despite the trembling in my chest. She tilted her head, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "What do I want? The question is, what are you still doing here, Sienna? After everything that's happened, you still cling to this place like some pathetic lost puppy."

If only he had said something different, if only he hadn’t pushed me away like that, everything would be easier. Maybe I wouldn’t have to pretend that his indifference didn’t hurt me. My thoughts were interrupted when a visitor arrived at the pack. Sienna, the daughter of a warrior beta, was greeted with great enthusiasm. Her beauty was undeniable: red hair and sparkling eyes full of apparent sweetness. “Lyra, right?” she said with a radiant smile when we were introduced. “I’ve heard so much about you.” “Oh, really?” I asked cautiously. “Yes,” she nodded, tilting her head slightly. “And I must say, you’re much more beautiful than I was told.”

Raven lowered himself into a chair at the table, hands folded, expression calm and unreadable. Luca frowned. “What?” No one answered. A moment later, Sienna came back into the room, pale, rinsing her mouth at the sink as if nothing had happened. “Hey, guys. Welcome to Graves Land—” She turned suddenly and bolted for the bathroom, the door slamming behind her. “I’m fine,” her voice called quickly through the door. When she returned to the kitchen, pale and avoiding him the way she never did, Luca didn’t hesitate. “You are not,” he said automatically.