Rwby Watches Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I took a mental picture of the scent before my sight. My wolf purred, yes, purred. He was madly in love. Ruby Rue Rothwell, in a skimpy yellow bikini, was a sight to behold. My enjoyment lasted only for a second when an unknown male suddenly grabbed her waist and tackled her into the water, laughing like the funniest thing. What's more, Ruby laughed too. Hayes and I were running to them. He was dead for touching what was mine.

The door creaked slowly. The light from Isaiah’s torch spilled into the small space. It was empty. Almost. In the middle of the container sat a single black box. Ruby brushed past me before I could stop her, crouching down to pick it up. Her hands trembled as she opened the lid. Inside lay a watch. It was Ricardo’s watch. The one with the chipped face and the leather strap she’d gifted him last year. I felt the air leave the room, or maybe it left me. Ruby’s breath hitched, and she stared at it as if touching it would burn her.

If only she would move or open her eyes, it would make my day. Jacob groans, “Do you have to keep rubbing it in our faces that you are Bry’s mate? You have no idea how much we prayed and wished the moon goddess would change her mind and make Bry our mate. A small part of me wishes we had ignored her request to wait until we were 30 to mark each other. However, I know she wouldn’t want us to reject our mate. I think is one reason she claimed you as soon as you said that she is yours.”

Dane’s POV The fight that felt like it had taken days to finish, was finally over. Raya was safe and in my arms once more as we stared out onto the bloody field. I knew we had a lot to clean up, but for just a minute I was able to hold Raya close. The effects of the necklace that Blake had gifted me before the fight were starting to wear off, causing me to feel the insane need to be wrapped around my mate. She stared out at all the deceased, feeling their deaths deep in her soul. I knew it was affecting her greatly, especially Barrett’s.

Ryan slowly shrugged, as if it were nothing. “Nothing serious,” he said, though his smile remained. My body seemed to have taken on a will of its own. I stood up and moved closer to him. Our faces were only millimetres apart. I felt the warmth of his breath brush against my skin. His gaze flicked to my mouth — then back to my eyes. He leaned in slightly, slowly, deliberately, with a hidden longing in the look of his eyes. At the moment our lips almost touched, I felt an intense, burning pain in my wrist that shot through my arm. I gasped for air, took a step back and closed my eyes.

A faint mist dispersed suddenly near her face, almost invisible at first, until she inhaled without realizing. Her body reacted immediately. Her steps faltered. “What—” she started, turning slightly. Bryce moved closer, his voice suddenly softer, almost apologetic. “I’m sorry,” he said. Rachel’s vision blurred instantly. The edges of the room softened, then distorted. “What did you do?” she whispered, her hand instinctively reaching out for balance. Bryce caught her before she could fall fully. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, quieter now. “But you have to be mine again.”

Wyatt immediately covered my eyes for me, “He wants you to touch him Brianna, so don’t be scared of him, you can feel his wings and anything else you see fit.” I could feel a whoosh of warm air around us and a loud, piercing, squawking sound as Wyatt dropped his hands. The boy's sense of awe rippled through me as my eyes took in the Phoenix, temporarily covered in flames before it quickly snuffed the flames out and left a breathtaking bird in its place.

As if remembering something, Rosaly turned around and took out a small box from the gift box: "That's right, Brawen, your relative seems to have prepared a sweater for you, you can rest assured." Indeed, in the small box is a very beautiful blue wool, which matches the color of her other eye. Brawen nodded: “I'll put it on myself later. Rosa should go home, you haven't put on your makeup yet." “Right? Then I'll be back, you can dress yourself. Have a good night." After Rosa left, Brawen sighed softly, walked over to the mirror, and gently pulled down the blindfold. It's a real threat. Holding the wool, she gently pressed her eyes with her fingers, blinked, and indeed in the mirror appeared a

---------------- Stefanos couldn’t help but chuckle, wind slapping his hairs in his face as he watched the other Alpha clutch on to Wraya’s scales for dear life, teeth gritted and eyes shut. “Enjoying the ride?” Wraya questioned with a grin, bending sideways to scare Draco even more, who cursed under his breath. “You wish.” --- --- ---- ------ ----- ----- ----- ----- ------ ----- ----- ----- ------ ----- ----- ----- ----- -Zohara

A quiver in her belly and a thrum of excitement warred with a strange sense of calm inside her body. Riley glanced at Brady and frowned. "Would you quit that?" A heavy sigh, and Brady tossed the tissue he'd been using onto the table. "Easy for you to say. You don't have a mysterious tattoo. I wasn't drunk and sowing wild oats. I was in the woods, sans a dirty parlor and an inked dude in a wife-beater holding me down." He glared at the mark on his wrist, now reddened from his vigorous ministrations. "It won't come off."