Rwby Sienna Novels & Stories

The words tasted bitter, but I said them anyway. “Always has been. Always will be. Running around like the world owes her something. Crying at every little thing. She doesn’t belong here with us. She never did.” Daxtor froze. His face went pale for a second, then his eyes widened as he looked past me. What the fuck- why did he stop- dont tell me…… My stomach dropped. I turned around slowly. Sienna was standing there at the edge of the path, half-hidden by the rose bushes. She must have come back for her sandals or something. Her eyes were wide, filled with shock and pain. A single tear slid down her cheek, catching the sunlight before it fell.

Gilbert turned around and was met with Sienna's fresh and beautiful face. His eyes lit up. "Sienna? Why are you here?" Sienna was dressed in a navy-collared white and blue top, paired with a black skirt that perfectly accentuated her curves. She stood before Gilbert, her legs straight and graceful. With a playful smile, she said, "Gilbert, today you let me ride in your car to escape the rain. Now, I'm holding an umbrella for you. I'd say we're even."

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

The western ridge smells like death even before we reach it. My wolf surges forward the second the wind carries it, claws ripping through my fingertips as a partial shift tears across my body. Sienna runs beside me, holding a sword tightly. You can see the dark lines on her skin because she is a vampire. She is moving quickly, like a wolf. Her eyes keep changing color: from brown to gold to black. Every few steps, her breathing gets faster and harder. “Stay behind me,” I growl, my voice already distorted by the shift.

I knew he was only going to go back to his cold behavior and I didn't want him to keep messing with my senses. I looked around, before my eyes finally came in contact with familiar brown ones. Sienna was here. She was putting on a dark blue dress that matched perfectly with her skin. It was a long dress that had a split at the mid thigh. Her make up was light and her hair was styled into french braids.

Sierra said regretfully and went to sit on her bed. “Can you at least get this off my wrist?” She said showing her hand to him. “What’s that?” “He has trapped my powers with the bracelet so there’s nothing I can do” Sierra explained. Ryker touched it and he let out a sharp cry because it burned his hand, “Is this made out of Wolfsbane?!” “Impossible, then how come it isn’t affecting me?” Sierra queried. “I started fearing you from the day you absorbed silver and got away with it” Ryker smacks his lips with a raise of his hand to praise Sierra.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping all over my table.” Sienna’s eyes fluttered. She wanted to speak, but her fingers were moving faster now, her breathing growing heavier. Rhys reached out and gently caught her wrist, stopping her movements. “Slow,” he reminded her, grip firm. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.” He released her wrist. Sienna whimpered softly but obeyed, forcing her fingers to move slower, dragging out every stroke. Her thighs began to shake. Each time her fingers brushed over her entrance, more wetness leaked out of her, dripping down onto the green felt of the snooker table.

I heard Safia scream, then she began to laugh, and it destabilised the jinni. Safia walked out of the ring of fire naked. Her clothes were burned, but her skin... her skin was bronze. I had never seen anything like it. Her eyes were neon green, and her skin was flawless. All traces of age were gone; she looked as young as her daughter but with perfect skin. The jinni's eyes widened in fear. "Ruhun'Daji!" Aljanan Daji yelled, finally realising who her opponent was.