Rwby Watches Hunters Of Justice Novels & Stories

His breath was heavy, his very presence bending the branches around him as though the forest feared him. Nyxara’s smile was a sliver of cruelty. “Find her,” she ordered. “Drag her back breathing, but if she resists… break her.” The Watcher gave a single nod, a metallic scrape echoing as his clawed gauntlet flexed, and then he turned, melting into the darkness as if swallowed whole by the forest. Behind her sisters, Thorne’s hands curled tightly into fists. Her gray eyes flickered with unease, tracing the path where the Watcher had vanished. Rhea’s face haunted her thoughts—not as prey, but as a soul undeserving of their wrath.

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

I pushed myself off of Joshua, who was gurgling as his life faded from his eyes but I didn’t make it far. James still had a hold of my wrist and he pulled me back to the bed straight into his chest. “You’re a Hunter… I should have known!” He growled, and his grip on my wrist increased until I thought he may break it. I bit back the pain and looked him deep in the eyes.

Panic starts rising inside me, and the urge to run out of the room is so strong, but my feet too heavy to move. ‘It is. They are your protectors, and so is Hunter. But look, his aura is mostly white which must mean something else to you. I can’t help any more than that, peoples auras aren’t influenced by me nor can I influence them.’ Justice adds another tid bit of information to the woefully small amount she has already imparted. It's like being drip fed, and I don’t really care for it, but she is as stubborn as my mates and there would be little point in trying to convince her to tell me more before she is ready.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

In front of him, he was holding Brad's handgun and it was aimed right at Vanessa. "Once a slayer, always a slayer," Jake gritted out. Then he pulled the trigger.

I never wanted to lose control like that again and lose myself in that torrent of pain and angriness. Jace sensed my body tense and pulled me closer to him. “You should get some rest. You need it. And here, you’ll also need this to look the part.” He slipped my Ravenwood family ring on my finger and returned the small necklace. He had taken them from Lukas to check if the precious stones were blood rubies. It was nice having them back on my person. I dropped my head on his arm and closed my eyes, but sleep wasn’t coming. I nudged Jace and threw my head back to see him.

Or a gift he got when he had a heart, right? “Perhaps your son still cherishes the wristwatch you gave him?” I answered slyly, and Ryker faced me. Now, he didn't look pitiful or exhausted. No, his brows were dipped, and his head tilted. He looked... confused. “Riven has never owned a wristwatch. He hates accessories. Always has. Even as a child, he’d take them off the moment anyone put one on him.”

Almost everyone one of the attackers was on the ground, looking like they had just stepped into the sun. “Holy shit…” I exclaimed as I looked at the hunter as he put some weapon back under his jacket, turning to look at me. I don’t know if that comment was because hunters have a weapon that powerful or because Diana was right. He is attractive.