Rwby White Rose Fanfic Novels & Stories

“If you’re reading this, it means you’ve found the truth. Esteban can be trusted. He’s your only ally. Protect him. The future depends on it.” Her father’s handwriting. Before she could react, the wall behind Esteban exploded inward, sending them both crashing to the floor. Smoke poured in, and shadows loomed in the haze. Gunfire. Esteban shoved her behind the overturned desk. "Run!" "Not without you!" "They’ll kill you!" She kissed him, fast and fierce, then slipped the folder into her apron and sprinted for the bookcase. Shots whizzed past her, one grazing her arm. She cried out but didn’t stop.

After saying goodbye, Rose finally left, leaving Maia seething with anger. "You shrimp-brained fox. Who do you think you are? You need Ruby's help just to crawl in the entertainment world. How dare you want my perfect man?" "If only you knew that Juan now belongs to Maia, maybe even your armpit hair wouldn't dare grow when you see me!" Maia continued to curse while crossing out Rose White's name on 'death note' as she continued to rummage through Ruby's still-unknown memories, hoping to come up with a brilliant idea to eliminate Rose in a sadistic yet elegant way using Ruby Moon's body.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

"Yes. But they are not the immediate problem. You can handle them, of that I'm sure. Rose is the problem. She destroyed your grave. She actually aimed to destroy you, and I thought you gone. But here you stand." White turned back to face Claire. "Here I stand." He looked at his body. "And even still, I don't know how I am here." He returned his gaze to his beloved. "I would very much like to make you feel again," Claire said. "A return to emotions, including fear, and the feel of a kiss, a touch, a warm embrace, and of course, pain, and laughter. But I want you to help me destroy the power of my sister, Rose. Only by destroying her power will you be able to free the rest of my sister's, and

I said pouting at him Then I remembered I had to ask him about those magic roses "hey, Blondy by-the-way from where did you get those magic roses? " I asked curiously "What are you talking about? There are no magic roses " he said with a confused expression "oh common you can tell me I already saw them, " I said smirking why is he hiding it from me "really life there are no magic roses," he said with a serious expression. "Okay, enough is enough Blondy those black-blue roses bloom when you touch them are you telling me I am dreaming about it? " I snapped like common why is he hiding that I know they are freaking werewolves I can handle bloom-on-touch roses! Huh seriously!

When she tried to create distance between them, he pulled his hand out of her grasp and then picked up the rose that had fallen then he wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her even closer, her chest against his stomach, she could feel every slow breath he took, her knees weakened and almost became mush. He handed the bloody rose over to her, she reached for it, subconsciously collecting it from him...feeling the wetness of his blood against her fingers. “Rain...” he said. The edges of his lips curled up and his hold on her waist tightened. Rain held her breath and waited…

At Raven's subtle gesture, Rein and Calder collapsed at our feet. I called forth my enchanted sword, gently resting its blade against Rein's throat. "The world may fear us sisters, but there are those who hold us dear: the High King of Heaven, the Whispering Witch, the Pomegranate Moon Witch...and Kael and Raven. Their presence keeps hope alive, holding back the tide of chaos. "However, as for you, you're about to wade through your very own maelstrom of chaos." Together, Serena and I unleashed our power, driving them both to the edge of death.

I also didn't want to disappoint my little man. “Boss, I think you have a more important issue to settle. Aslo, I think it's quite obvious his favorite color is white. " “How did you know that? You didn't ask him." “Boss, your wolf is white." Could he be right? Obviously not. “Either way, what's the issue?" “Rose is mad. Not angry, but flaming mad. And she's mad at you." Great. What did I do this time?

He knew that she was just venting her anger. After they had paid, Holly carried her bouquet of white roses out. The bouquet was too big, and it made her seem even more slender in comparison. She looked like a long reed—slim but with character. Bryce held out his hand to take them. Holly dodged and avoided his hand. Bryce's hand stiffened in midair, and he slowly retracted it after a while. The two of them walked forward side by side. Bryce looked at the huge clump of roses in her arms and asked, "Do you like white roses, too?"

I held my breath, breaking out in sweat as his proximity made fear spread through my now shivering frame. "You see... The Black Rose is a bad crowd to stick with. They'll lead you to your death. As a friend and a man who's insanely attracted to you... I advise you to cut all ties with them." His smile remained on his face, his voice still the same low, soft lilt it had been since he started speaking. Yet... There seemed to be venom in every syllable, burning through my skin like acid, making my heart pound painfully against my chest. I was afraid. This man... there was something about him, something sinister. He was going to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me.