Rwby Ursa Novels & Stories

Inviting Jason and his mate Thalia in, I politely asked her to take a seat. Thalia's presence brought a sense of calm to the room. Her confidence and poise were evident as she began to speak, elucidating the complexities surrounding Amara's true nature. I listened intently, absorbing each detail she shared, and it became clear that Amara was no ordinary wolf. She was a hybrid, a remarkable fusion of wolf and witch, destined for greatness if unbound appropriately.

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

Ayara noticed this and tries to help her but as her hold weakens, the werewolf grips Ayara's back blouse with one hand and threw her to the wall. "Ayara!!" Rosa screams for her but the claw in Rosa's waist deepens and she cried louder. Tears blurred her vision and she had to hold the creature's hair for balance. Blood drips on the floor and she can feel it rolling down her legs. The creature chuckled. " Isaac and alpha Marius would be so proud of me. With you by our side, we would be invincible... and you, you will be his_" The werewolf stops talking abruptly. Blood splattered on Rosa's face and she hears a deep raspy sound of the werewolf inhaling what seems to be his last breath. Rosa had

The woman spoke, her voice started cracking. “Who would’ve thought that someone of such high and privileged status would be foolish enough to jump to her death!” She said as she gave out a devilish laugh. Lyon was speechless, he simply looked at the cyclone that continued to spin. To everyone's surprise it started to wobble leaning in every direction before blade marks started to appear outside that looked like it was coming from the inside. Right before their eyes the cyclone disappeared as a large humanoid creature made out of water came out of it. Wielding a sword and a shield, Ursula had just summoned a spirit.

With his position as the new leader solidified, Zephyr couldn't help but allow a smirk to play on his lips, barely suppressing his laughter. Suddenly, Ursara burst into a hearty guffaw. Zephyr was puzzled and asked, "Ursara, what's so funny?" Ursara clenched his fists, a sinister glint in his eyes. "What else would I be laughing about? I'm laughing because I get to avenge our boss." Zephyr felt a deep contempt for Ursara's simplemindedness. He was a blunt instrument—a hammer in a world that required finesse and cruelty.

she warned once more, as I rolled my eyes, frustrated by her insistence. Ursula was a powerful witch. Like us, she served the former Alpha King. When the pack was attacked, she also had to flee, hiding until she found a safe place. By chance, our paths crossed again in the Crescent Moon Pack, where I had found refuge. I managed to convince Sebastian to help Ursula, providing her with a place where she could recover for a while. Ursula stayed with us for a few months before leaving on a mission, but before she went, I made a request that she wouldn’t dare refuse. After all, I had helped her when she needed it most, and now she owed me.

His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine. I have never been more afraid than I am at the moment. I tried to reason with him to reach the human inside the wolf, but he was too far gone. "Lyra," familiar voices call out. His brothers appeared from afar, and my vision was barely able to discern who was who. The pain in my wrist was growing as Sage dug his claws further into my wrist. "Sage!" One of them yelled. I'm not sure what happened, but the last thing that I saw was feeling a human hand pick me up after getting Sage off of me before I blacked out.

"Nothing important. We were just talking about the big green lawn and the sunlight." "Ah, I see. It must be nice to have something that's always there, ready to talk at any time." Era seemed to agree with Ursa, despite her frustration with the previous topic. She nodded with a small smile. "It is indeed very pleasant. She's always there when I need someone. Now she's even there when I talk. That's probably because you freed her. Thank you." "You're welcome." Ursa's attitude made Era feel completely at ease. As she had suspected from the beginning of their meeting, Ursa was indeed different from most other werewolves. Ursa was calmer, warmer, and had a calming presence.

She hesitated to return Ursula’s hand. “You two ... aren’t afraid of me?” The woman looked at him, who was hiding behind Ursula. He forced himself to smile as the woman looked closely at his face, not daring to show how afraid he was to face her. With ease, Ursula shook Beatrice’s hand, then pushed him, who was still standing behind her, to her side. “I’m Ursula Lockwood, and this is my brother, Raphael. Of course not. Why are we afraid of creatures as beautiful as Miss Beatrice?”