Rwby Uncovered Novels & Stories

A tomb opened after centuries. I stare at the blade still buried in her chest. No blood. My hand won't open. Won't close. Half a second of not understanding before my fingers finally release and I stumble back. "The crypts. He went for the crypts." Raven pulls the steel free herself. No blood follows. Only a faint sapphire glow where the wound should be. The same glow I felt vibrating against my blade's edge. "Not just the crypts, darling. What's in them.” It dawns on me that there's nothing but a hollow victory as at this moment.

She asked them while she tried to stop the wounded guy from screaming his heart out. "Power outage" one replied. Raven almost thought it was the night beasts at work again but that would be stupid of them. She has gotten no alerts of their movements. Maybe by now the anonymous boss would focus on having her head first. She wiped the blood off the wound and opened another bottle. She poured it out and used it to wash his wound before placing a bandage around it. "All done" She said and faced the window. The night breeze forced itself in through the window. She asked them to give her privacy while she lit the short candle and scribbled down something on her book. The candle was not giving enou

Iceland was cold. Lydia shivered inside of her generic sweats and felt Ethan wrap his arms around her. She leaned back against his warmth, into his broad chest, and sucked in a deep breath, feeling the icy wind fill her lungs. She felt better, somehow, as if her body was equalizing to the new environment. A partial rainbow sculpture rose up ahead of her, and she wondered if it had been intended to seem incomplete or if its incompleteness made a statement that she couldn’t quite understand. The colorful glass drew her in, and as she continued to take in deep gulps of the cool, crisp air, she stared at it, feeling her eyes glaze and the colors float in front of her.

"Raymond, you can't just show your wings like that. People will see," Ravi panicked as he hurriedly pulled Raymond inside the house after finding Raymond with torn clothes when his wings forcibly burst out in the middle of their front yard. Ravi sighed heavily; he didn't see anyone around for a moment and felt a bit relieved. Raymond's large wings were folded behind him. Ravi gazed at Raymond with understanding and asked, "Why did you go outside and reveal your wings? We've talked about this, haven't we?"

Marcus The folder on my desk isn’t just thick. It’s radioactive. Inside is Agent Rachel Gillespie’s new identity, credentials, backstory, and insertion plan. Everything Rodriguez promised. Everything I didn’t ask for. There’s a sticky note on the front in Rodriguez’s tight handwriting. Make it believable. You have until Friday. I stare at it for a full minute before I move. Unlocking my laptop, I pull up the internal organization chart for Platinum Connections. I need to find a gap that Rachel can fill.

At this time, those black eyes narrowed slightly, the thin lips were also pursed into a straight line, if you listened carefully, you could still hear the very small squeaking of teeth…. The doctor looked at the rearview mirror and stole a look, and the results came to the conclusion — a hot-tempered rabbit can also bite people. But this mutant is just too aggressive... “Cough, or, shall we find a place to eat something?” This kind of explosion in silence, even in this quiet and frenzied atmosphere, made him feel a lot of pressure, so he had to patiently support the cold eyes and open his mouth to break the violent images. The blood was not mellow in Jenny's head.

He had previously instructed the security guard to capture photos of everything that went on at the park. It was his way of parenting. Rex swiped through them slowly. Drew was everywhere—smiling, laughing, and running around. Rex let himself relax. At least the kid had fun. Abruptly, he paused, one image catching his attention: a man standing beside Emily. The two of them were facing each other in a conversation. Rex zoomed in. With a frown, his jaw tightened the second he recognized the man. Leo Worthington. The CEO of Worth Estates. His rival.

They tackled him to the ground, pinning him as Nixon and Canon tore into his body—fur and skin flying in all directions. I watched in silent horror as the life drained from his eyes. His heart stopped beating. His spirit—so dark, so corrupted—began to rise from his body, shimmering with a strange, unnatural light. I looked at Angora, desperately searching her face for confirmation—hoping she saw what I saw. She nodded, her expression grim, confirming my suspicions. His spirit shimmered, then vanished into nothingness, leaving only the cold silence behind. Emory and Liam shifted back to their human forms, breathing heavily. We made our way back to the pack house, exhausted, silent. We showere