Rwby Swords Novels & Stories

Tiny footsteps were hurrying through the corridors without any care of the yellings behind him. He was huffing and puffing but definitely not willing to lose. His wavy mid night black hair were bouncing, at times, covering his little face. He was fighting tooth and nail but the compact metal sword in his hand was making his forehead break into sweats. The sharp shine of the sword had attracted him in the very first glance but his mother never allowed him to touch it and even had hidden it. Sister Eirene, brother Justus, everyone had their small, slightly curved, metallic and shining sword but he had none. The very thought used to make him frown. Neither his cries nor his pleas of holding had

Both Miren and Dylan stared at each other for a moment before giving a slight nod to signal to the other. Miren had both of Dylan's swords, which she held in her hands. As her white hand moved across the blade of one of the swords, bright red blood that sparkled with gold appeared and covered the blade. The power of the sword was immediately increased to a new level, and if it were to pierce Lucas's skull with its razor-sharp blade, it would be able to put an end to his life in an instant.

They put their hands to the book and pulled a saber out of it. “Are you Asta or Magic Knight or something?!” Rian exclaimed irritatedly. “Excalibur!” One of them swang it emitting a yellow wave to Rian. Rian dodged it and exclaimed, ”It’s saber! Not Saber’s Excalibur! It’s Arthuria Pendragon, not Saber!!!” Rian speeded up his pace while jumping evading the yellow waves they sent. He then remembered what just the guy said before. "Kill that guy!" No, not that one.

He took out the repaired jade pendant and said, "Hanako, we'll fight together yet again!" After that, Balaro shook his head and swallowed the pendant before opening his shirt to reveal his upper body. He tore off the yellow talisman that was stuck to his chest. However, his immortal crown vanished, leaving him holding a pair of purple-golden twin swords. Balaro took the twin swords and stood proudly, saying, "Divine Slayer Sword, Crazy Bone Balaro, at your service!" Then he held the twin swords in reverse grip, crouched slightly, and yelled, "First strike!"

Swoosh!!! Wynton emerged from the pit and soared into the sky. “Impressive.” A dazzling long sword materialized in his hand. It was none other than the Yaneiri Clan’s legendary weapon, the Moonlit Sword. Wynton gripped onto the Moonlit Sword and began rapidly moving around James. Countless Sword Energies and inscriptions filled the arena to form a Sword World. James was instantly trapped in Wynton’s Sword World, and a crushing pressure fell on his body. Even though he had extraordinary physical strength that made his flesh nearly indestructible, the force of Wynton’s Sword World was enough to cause injuries throughout his body.

Ravyn gave a huff of approval, before striking again. Sephora's sword was holding up well, especially when Ambrose instructed them to use their Soulborn powers. Both of Ravyn's daggers darkened into swirling shadows and darkness, just as Sephora's sword ignited into a bastion of golden flame. Ravyn's eyebrows rose, looking rather impressed and Sephora gave a proud smirk - before they set off again. Swinging and lunging, twirling and slashing.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

The move seemed so powerful that there was no hope of going against it. Wilbur, however, merely took another casual drag of his cigarette. At the same time, Ryder let out a cry as spiritual energy surged out of his dagger. A sharp ray of light shot out of the tip of the dagger, turning it into a long sword. Ryder now held the sword with both hands, uncaring of the hundred sword shadows around him as he swung at Jamari once more. The attack crushed the sword shadows in front of Ryder as he made a beeline for Jamari's face.

“We’ve got to be a wall. That’s what Dad says, right? A unit.” Ruby looked around at all of them. “Then maybe it’s time we start acting like it. For real.” They were quiet again. The kind of quiet that wasn’t awkward but heavy with thought. Seris walked over to the sword rack and picked up a small wooden blade—the one Aries had carved just for her. She tested the weight, then struck at the air in a perfect diagonal. Lucian let out a long breath. “She’s going to be unstoppable.” “She’s one of us,” Phoenix said quietly, his anger gone. “Of course she will be.”