Rwby White Rose Fanfic Novels & Stories

important in the security zone. Oh - His gaze turned to Brawen - What a smart and nimble girl. Then he let go of Rosa and ran off bragging. Anyway, he wasn't so stupid that he didn't know that the blonde girl had defeated Fire Princess Irina, the future was definitely not bad, at least would become a knight of some powerful Vampire. It's better to avoid it for a while. Thank you - Rosa rubbed her chin, her face still trembling. This Rosa – Brawen looked straight into those brown eyes as if hoping Rosa could fully understand what Brawen was thinking:

I didn't notice it earlier because I was too preoccupied with Lia's body. A white rose. A white rose was on top of Lia's corpse. I've seen it. This is what raven put when he killed Beatrice. But it might just look like Raven’s rose. Because why would she kill Lia. I quickly took the dagger out of my pocket then cut my hand and dripped blood on the rose. In just a few seconds the rose turned red instantly. I'm right about this it is Raven's. I heard those who were behind me gasp in shock. But why?! How could she?! I know she has a bad temper and is heartless but I don't know that she is this heartless!

Elisa said with a smile, staring straight into Roxy's eyes. "If you dare lay a hand on Robert, I, Roxy Sloan, swear that I'll fight Blossom Hall to the bitter end!" Roxy was suddenly enveloped in a shimmering white glow as a formidable pressure surged forth, striking everyone present with a profound sense of dread.

Maybe, just maybe, I could bring her back. But then again, maybe I was fooling myself. Rose's Pov: The moment we stepped into the cafeteria, my gaze couldn’t help but fall on him—Ryder. He was surrounded by a group of girls, all laughing and leaning in closer, hanging on his every word. Wayne and Parker were right there too, soaking up the attention with their usual cocky grins. I felt a sharp ache in my chest as I watched them. What is wrong with me? I silently screamed to myself. Why does it still hurt?

“She. Never. Showed!” “Okay,” I sighed and sat on the couch. I patted the space next to me and Kam sat down, too. “Tell me what happened.” “Whitney is in one of my classes, and we’ve become friends,” he started. “I had told her right off the bat about Rose so she wouldn’t get any romantic ideas.” I snorted. “I’d say you’re full of yourself, but,” “I’m a Graycort. Exactly.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I mentioned that Rose and I had a disagreement last night, and I must have looked like shit. The next thing I knew, Whitney’s lips were on mine, and I was stunned motionless.”

Andrew puts it in my line of vision as I currently have my head bowed. “Come on love…” he ushers me to take it from him. I slowly put my hand forward , grasping the stem in my fingers. I look at it for a while , it’s white petals reminds me of the pure white fur that Angel used to have. She deserves this white rose – she is her name. I slowly put the rose on her grave – holding back a flood of tears.

“You’ve told me the truth. It’s time for me to tell you the truth, so sit.” I swallowed past the guilt, relaxing back onto the couch and waiting for her to speak. She took a deep breath. “My white rosebush died,” she whispered. “I-I don’t know how. It just did—right before the carnival.” I bit my lip. I remember her planting it in the little corner of the garden, separate from all the others. She’d planted it the day after Weiss’ funeral. It was the closest thing she had to a memorial for him. She took in a deep breath. “I was furious. It was right before Sawyer started flirting with me, and I was lost. I didn’t even think of you.”

Rylan howled her name, feral and breaking. And Lyra felt something inside her snap open— —something powerful —something ancient —something that should not exist White light exploded from her chest. The monster recoiled. Everyone fell to their knees. Lyra hit the floor, gasping, the mark blistering with light. Rylan crawled toward her, half-shifted, bleeding, desperate— But he stopped. Frozen. Because the mark on Lyra’s wrist wasn’t gold anymore. It had turned white. Glowing like the full moon.

– DARK ROMANCE MODE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Daniel Blackwood lay beside the unconscious Rose Sinclair, pulling her gently over him… as if she already belonged there. His fingers moved slowly through her hair… while his eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling. Calm outside… but a storm inside. 🌪️ He whispered under his breath— “Tomorrow… everything is going to change, my love…” ❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips.

"He stayed buried in the Lanka business files. And now you’re back, and suddenly he’s sending cryptic texts and acting like a territorial Alpha?" The doorbell rang, cutting through the tension. Jade went to answer it and returned a moment later carrying a massive bouquet of white roses. "White roses?" Willow whispered, taking the card. A beautiful day should begin with a beautiful sight. -R "White roses symbolize a truce," Jade noted with a smirk. "And a fresh start. You should start paying attention, Willow. Because in this territory, Roman Vale always hunts until he catches what he wants." That evening, the atmosphere at the dinner table was suffocating. Willow cleared her throat, the clin