Rwby Velvet Novels & Stories

I ordered my cousin, and everyone became quiet. When Zuwaira brought one of the blankets, the room was in awe. Parts of it now had beautiful flowers, and they glowed; there was no need to convince them as the vines continued to weave and form, right in their presence. "What kind of witchcraft is this?" someone asked, frightened.

“It’s starting.” The sky—iron grey moments ago—began to swirl into darkness. Clouds spiraled inward, forming a vortex directly above the Frostlands. Snow lifted off the ground in slow, impossible spirals, rising instead of falling. The heartbeat came again. BOOM. Every creature flinched. Lyra swayed, her knees buckling. Vale caught her, arm sliding around her waist. The mark flared beneath her glove— —but not gold. Black. A pulse like tar seared through her veins.

I wouldn't let him tarnish the one thing I had left. He pulled me back, his grip firm. "I was observing, not insulting. Why so defensive, Ivy?" I didn't answer. I just kept filing. Cole, realizing that his presence wasn't enough to buy my attention tonight, reached into his mental arsenal. "I have a surplus of Black Rosewood in the Ryder vaults. I could have it brought here." My hand faltered. Rosewood. It was a legendary timber—dense, dark as a moonless night, and nearly impossible to find. My eyes lit up before I could catch myself.

Violet smiled and walked out the shop with Olivia following behind her. “So, where do you want to go?” Olivia asked as they stepped out of the shop. “I'm looking for a place where I can exchange a precious gem for cash.” “Are you sure it's a precious gem?” Olivia rolled her eyes. Violet ran her fingers inside her pocket and showed Olivia the shinning red gem. Olivia eyes widened. “That's a ruby! How did you get that?!” “None of your business,” Violet replied, “Why don't you tell me where I can exchange this ruby for cash.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

She rolled to her hands and knees, air clawing back into her lungs in harsh, shaking gasps. Her stomach. Her baby. Her instinct slammed red-hot through her. She curled automatically, a protective fold, one palm flying to cover her abdomen. “Still breathing?” Jade cooed. Baylee lifted her head and glared. Jade smiled. “Good. I’d hate to rush this.” Then Jade struck. The Violet Queen moved like lightning underwater: too slow to see, too fast to block. Baylee barely caught the first blow — an arc of shimmering shadow that crackled like lightning and tasted like ash. It slammed into her light and splintered.

The warm, wetness of her mouth nearly buckled his knees, never had he expected this kind of pleasure from kissing a human. Violet melted into his arms as they tightened around her, bringing her as close as possible as his tongue slipped in her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his waist as they became one for a moment, completely oblivious to the world around them that seemed to have gone silent and dark around them. She became aware very quickly that she never wanted this feeling to end. "A

"Although I must explain to Seraphina how, as a family, they will be essential allies... perhaps a future betrothal in distant lines?" She looked at the next family on the list and her eyes lit up a little with hope. "House Velwraithe." Here, her eyes even dared to smile, as her mind worked and pressed a little harder. One, the Commander of the Royal and Noble Guard, Lord Sylen, and the other, her Commander in chief, Lord Everen. Sadly, Lord Sylen's mate was lost in the last Harpy war, and they had never had the luxury of having a clutch. Everen, on the other hand... he and his mate Orla had two clutches, the first was. Vexanna Velwraithe, their eldest and only daugher, and Vorian Velwraithe

"Then you're just a different kind of monster, aren't you?" "The kind that keeps you alive," I whispered. I reached out, my thumb finally brushing the line of her jaw, catching a stray tear before it could fall. She didn't flinch. She just stared at me, a silent acknowledgement of the bond we were forging in the ruins of her life. "Go back to sleep, Velvet," I said softly. "I’ll be in the office. I’m not closing my eyes tonight."

she hissed, every syllable soaked in venom. A growl rumbled in my throat, rising from deep in my chest. She could deny the title all she wanted—but she couldn’t deny the bond. With an exasperated roll of her eyes, Velara finally began to lift her shirt. The fabric slid upward slowly, revealing skin that stole the breath from my lungs. I hadn’t been prepared for the sight that greeted me. Her ribs were covered in a storm of bruises—deep violet and sickly blue patches sprawled across her torso like shadows from a violent past. The mottled skin looked fragile, as if the faintest touch might cause it to tear. Every discolored blotch whispered of pain. It was the kind of damage that couldn’t be e