Rwby Velvet Novels & Stories

They were a radiant and sparkle with gloom and mystery gleaming like multiple eternity black gem enwrought in snow. Oddly, both of them felt the rhythm of their hearts beating to be in sync, and in that moment, every single motion thing seemed to halt in space.... " Mate," king Vlad whispered and swiftly enveloped Anita..... ~~~~~ ~ Bloody Venom Pack ~ The ladies all proceeded to attack the unknown hybrid, but they were quickly stopped by Akira.

Waverly said as blood dripped down her arm. “In through your nose out through your mouth do it.” Waverly ordered him. Rhett growled trying to still get away from her, her blood hitting his hand made her stop for a second. Realizing he made her bleed he began to listen to her. He took a deep breath and let it out through his mouth. “Good. Good. Stay with me.” Waverly said her voice calming but her eyes glowing as Winter was just under the surface in case she needed to shift.

Curvy Fate in Velvet Chains Chapter 21: The Sister The car sped through the rain-slicked streets. City lights blurred past the windows in streaks of neon and gold. I sat in the passenger seat still wearing the red dress from the gala. The silk clung to my skin damp from the rain and the chaos we had left behind. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Elena drove with focused intensity. Her hands gripped the wheel tightly. She was beautiful in a sharp dangerous way. High cheekbones. Dark hair pulled back severely. Eyes that had seen too much and survived it all. She was Victor’s weapon. Raised in the shadows. Trained to obey. And she was my half-sister. A stranger who had just

Giving her one last chance to change her mind. She doesn’t. Their mouths meet slowly, deliberately, like both of them are memorising the moment. The kiss is controlled, measured, nothing frantic about it, but it steals the breath from her lungs all the same. His thumb presses lightly beneath her jaw as he deepens it, the pressure possessive without being forceful. Layla melts into him, the tension she’s been holding unraveling in one sharp, dizzying rush. When he pulls back, it’s with effort. “That,” Luca says quietly, forehead resting against hers, “is as far as I go tonight.”

Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian. ​On the balcony, Elara’s wolf began to howl in her mind. Her skin began to tingle with a violet static. Seeing Caleb’s strength, his calm dominance over her overprotective brothers was doing something to her "Star-Eater" core. ​He’s beautiful, she thought, her eyes tracing the way the runes on his shoulders glowed brighter with every strike he absorbed. ​Suddenly, Ryker and Silas landed a combined blow on Caleb’s shoulders. The ground beneath Caleb cracked, spiderwebbing across the entire hall. The power clash was so intense that the violet energy in Elara’s veins finally boiled ov

"So tonight, I intend to bid for it and give it to you." "To me?" Catherine's voice trembled. "Why? That's too expensive..." "These tools only hold their true value when used properly," William said calmly, as if stating a fact. William looked at her, moonlight like liquid silver pouring over her, casting a soft, cool glow on the black evening gown. The velvet skirt shimmered faintly in the moonlight, making her exposed shoulders and neck appear even fairer, like gardenias blooming quietly under the moon. Her profile, outlined by moonlight, revealed delicate contours, and her clear eyes seemed to hold the moonlight within.

The vulnerability of grief laid bare, I allowed myself to express the depth of my sorrow. Jason, attuned to the shift in my emotions, pulled me into a gentle embrace. His comforting presence provided a sanctuary for the torrents of grief that poured out. "It's okay to let it out, Celicia. I'm here for you," he murmured, his words a soothing melody in the midst of the emotional storm. In that moment, surrounded by the hushed whispers of the funeral attendees, I surrendered to the waves of grief. The collective mourning seemed to echo my individual sorrow, creating a symphony of shared pain.

She stopped a few feet away from him, her eyes tracing his face with a strange, thoughtful calm. Something calculating. Something dawning. She inhaled slowly, her gaze frowning. A quiet whisper slipped from her lips, almost as if she didn’t intend for anyone to hear, “That’s who Ivy looks like… Richard Green. It’s odd.” Richard blinked, confused. “What?” But Velvet stepped in immediately, her smile bright and warm, deliberately ignoring the scene behind her. “Nothing, Richard,” she said in a singsong tone, waving dismissively. “Just some cheap, poor girl causing drama. How have you been? Long time no see. Oh, Riley!”

Shouldn't it take longer than that considering the severity of her injuries? "Yes...The werewolf venom has started spreading out in your body. It is pretty much responsible for your speedy recovery." Azraiel cleared her doubts, completely ignoring the fact that she was stronger without the wolf too. Her aura spoke for her. "Okay...That's..that's great...I mean it's good that there is nothing wrong with me...right?" Charlotte asked, already feeling a bit more hopeful than she felt a few minutes ago. Azraiel's lips stretched into a beautiful lazy smile at the question. He nodded his head, aware that he was giving her false hopes, but it was really important for her to believe that she could li

(Witte wieven are all of us) Cuir linn an tuar ceatha (take us to the rainbow) a travésde bágoas de amor e do sangue da fonte (through tears of love and the blood of the well.) They uttered the same words over and over, in a monotonous rhythm, and the fire in the great bowl flared up high. Then one of the women walked slowly forward. Raven was on his knees on the ground next to the fire bowl. Motionless, as if frozen in time, with blind eyes and a staring gaze. With one movement, the woman cut his shirt and pulled it off. He barely moved, as if he hadn't noticed.