Rwby Teachers Novels & Stories

The class went silent for him. “Good to see fresh faces again this year. I’m you drama, design and crafts teacher. My name is Ryan foster, and it’s good to see you all.” He told the class with a smile. He was looking around the class when he saw Shadow looked at him, shocked. Ryan raised his eyebrows at him slightly and smirked. Ryan and Shadow, the Alpha’s of two packs, were now facing each other as teacher and student.

A big clear plastic box filled with water that looked deceptively blue under the sun. A folding chair was placed on the platform above the tank. Ms. Harder, third-grade teacher in a modest one piece swimsuit and a forced smile sat on it. A line of kids holding onto their softballs, waiting their turn. I wasn't here for the kids. I was here for “Avery.” Avery Brooks—PE teacher, 34, looking all sun-kissed, and always in whistle and shorts even when there wasn't a gym class in session. He has been flirting with me since the staff meeting in August. Like little comments about how I “handled pressure well,” how I looked “focused” when I was grading papers late in the lounge.

--- Breakfast Routine The teachers entered last, their commanding presence silencing the chatter in the room. Unlike the students, they wore robes adorned with silver and gold patterns, their designs hinting at their roles. There was Professor Lysander, the stoic combat instructor, whose piercing gaze could freeze a student in their tracks. Next to him stood Mistress Elira, the enchanting but stern teacher of magical history, her aura exuding wisdom. The headmistress, a tall woman with silvery hair and a mirror-like staff, stood at the head of the hall. Headmistress Aeliana was a figure of both reverence and fear, her mere presence enough to command respect.

Faye didn't make trouble for Wendy and gave her a passing grade, which happened to be neither high nor low. Yet, Wendy became unhappy when she saw her grade. In her opinion, Faye had deliberately marked her down. Therefore, she blinked innocently at Faye. "I have a question to ask Ms. Stewart and the others. I'm unsure if you'll answer it." Smirking slightly, Faye remained silent. Avery looked at Faye with a smile as well. Leisurely, she said, "Please speak." "Ms. Stewart and the other teachers are all renowned dancers in the country. As everyone's qualifications are high, their evaluations are very accurate. However, may I ask who the teacher wearing a mask is?"

She never liked Brian and she made that painfully obvious. “Hey beautiful,” Brian said, kissing the back of my neck. I chuckled, turning around to hug him. “Brian, not in front of everybody,” I said, peering up at him. “What were you two laughing about?” He asked, kissing the top of my head. “Joseph Evergreen is teaching a special writing course at our school next semester. Ruby and I were thinking about signing up.” “A writing course?” Brian asked, narrowing his eyes at me, and dropping his hands from my waist. “Do you think it’s wise to dedicate a whole course to a hobby?”

The chemistry teacher promptly called Ruby to the front, instructing her to begin. With a piece of chalk in hand, Ruby confidently started writing the equation on the board. She swiftly completed her task and was about to return the chalk to the tray when she was interrupted by Mrs. Cooper. The teacher, raising an eyebrow, questioned Ruby's certainty about the correctness of her work. She then turned to the class, seeking confirmation from her students.

Author Inside Redwood’s council, Alpha Ronen stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the long window as if the night itself might answer him. His jaw was clenched tight, too tight, because he already knew what the next messenger would say. He’d been waiting for it. The door creaked open. Two teachers from the Silver Crest Academy stepped inside, dripping rain onto the polished floor. Their expressions were tight with nerves, their posture stiff with the kind of fear people carried when they realized they had been sitting beside a ticking bomb.