Rwby White Rose Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Isn’t that--” “Yeah. We’re not sure.” he was quick to respond to Oswald who noticed too. “Jin, get a better look closer. She hasn’t seen your face yet.” “Why me?” Jin complained before frowning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before casually walking around until he was close enough that he could see Rojean’s face clearly and check out Lucas’ appearance before going back to Theo and Oswald. Lucas and Rojean were getting chocolates and Theo couldn’t help but think for a moment how Sei liked her chocolates as well. It was Sei, he thought but he still wasn’t so sure. He had no direction here to follow.

When I opened the door, words deserted me. Ryans stood there, impossibly tall, wearing a navy shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he’d run his fingers through it too many times, and his brown eyes—warm, steady, a little nervous—met mine like they’d found home. And in his right hand, he held a single white rose. “For you,” he said softly. I stared at it for a second before taking it. “A rose? What happened to your usual greeting?” I asked, surprised that my voice did not tremble much. “Like, ‘hey trouble’ or ‘you look like you’re about to fight someone’?”

Rose said. “Why did he do it? It doesn’t make sense,” I said. Rose shrugged. “I can’t read his mind. It was strange to me too.” Rose had silver hair which looked more white than silver. She always wore white. Even her eyes were more white than silver. And her lips were blood-red. She looked like a ghost. A very beautiful ghost. I looked away from her face and turned to Sully. I removed a few strands of hair from her face.

As I blink a few times, I only feel his hand at the back of my body before pulling me closer towards him; letting my body fall onto his, once I've lost all control before meeting the darkness. Forget me, Rose. It'll ease the pain.

Two already gone. Two left. In the swaying dark, Raven Winterstar—scion of death, girlfriend of a vampire princess—waited for the end she could no longer fight. And somewhere far behind, in a crimson castle, Victoria Rose stared west through a tower window, blood still drying on her cheeks like unshed tears. She had not slept. She would not sleep. Not until Raven was home. Or until the world burned trying to keep her away.

I gasp in shock when I see a purple ribbon wrapped around the center of the flower arrangement in front of the door. What- shit, no. it can't be. I hadn't noticed that minor detail before, but now realization clears my thoughts. Bryce. It’s Bryce, there isn't a doubt in my mind now. That very first morning after he hit me, he brought me white roses in a glass vase and there was a purple colored ribbon wrapped around the stems of the roses, I could see it through the glass. I remember thinking how beautiful they were, the ribbon shined in the faint light perfectly.

But Shiloh still had a bad reaction to another Alpha pheromone. “Is it done? Wanna go for a walk? Today, the white roses you've been waiting for are finally in bloom.” The next morning, I took him by the greenhouse to see the white roses he'd been waiting to bloom. He looked happy to see the flowers in bloom, and his face had a bit of a glow to it, probably from the cooler weather. I went over to Bre's and asked him to adjust the room temperature. “It's already the warmest here, and I can't make it any warmer.” Bre said.

Once again, their magic had eased her discomfort as she guided the length of him into the narrow space of her throat. "Shall we create a daughter next, my love?" Rhyzar purred as he moved rhythmically within her depths. She responded through their shared bond, sending an unspoken agreement that sent shivers of ecstasy down her spine. As another wave of release overwhelmed her, she rolled onto her side while Rhyzar shifted, draping her pale leg over his shoulder and continuing undeterred. The White Dragon groaned as she twisted, his thick presence still deep within her throat. "Yes, hurry, Little Mate," he murmured through gritted teeth, his silver eyes flashing fiercely as cascades of white

I looked around to find a note near the vase. #Bribe 2.2: Hope you're still in a good mood after #bribe 2.1. But if not, then these will definitely improve your mood. White rose reminds me a lot of you, y'know. Beautiful to look at, but can make you bleed if you press a wrong button, or wrong part of the stem. XD. Anyways, I'm learning how to prevent it. Hopefully I'll find one without thorns someday. Have a good day, friend. ;)

But when she looked again, everything was just as it had been. "Am I seeing things?" she murmured as she gently closed the door. The next moment, soft footsteps came from behind her. Rosalyn turned around and saw Wendy holding a bouquet of white baby's breath. "Done talking with him?" Wendy asked as she walked over and placed the flowers on the table. Rosalyn nodded. "You heard what I said?" "Some of it." Wendy shrugged. "It doesn't matter. That bastard can't hear anyway. If he could, his heart would be shattered by now."