Rwby Willow Schnee Novels & Stories

“I missed you dude. Hey, was that really you the other night? You know, in that misty form. Either way, I forgive you for trying to kill me. Also, it’s good to have you back. No one gives me shit like you, and everyone takes me too serious around here. I hate it!” Ryder laughed. “To answer your question, yes, it was me, or my spirit, I guess. I missed you too, man. Drake over there is like a stick in the mud. I can’t mess with him like I can you.” Ryder pointed towards Drake who was casually leaned up against a wall. I guess he didn’t want to interfere with the family reunion. That’s when Willow turned her attention to him. She slowly stepped around Ryder and made her way towards Drake. Her

with a smile and her eyes changing to beautiful golden brown Ann knew she was safe. Whispering "Willow please keep Rose safe." With a nod Ann was out of there. Rose could remember it like yesterday. Willow was beautiful . She had golden eyes and a strength that no other 13-year-old could have. when the alpha figured out who interrupted his quote" fun time". Willow grabbed the Alpha by the shoulder and threw him against the wall. He was livid and shocked as he slid down the wall. The Alpha tried to use the alpha command expecting it to work wonders.

Kane's POV While I watch Glenn mark the little witch, way too soon but he’s left with little choice, Willow walks back to the hole and sits next to it, her feet dangling into the pit. Tully lets out a sharp cry as Glenn’s teeth pierce her skin, momentarily pulling my attention away from Willow.

Raven, the hot-tempered girl with purple hair, blurted out. I rolled my eyes as I continued my task. “No—whatever, Sherlock. If I was, I wouldn’t be entertaining you two.” The hall went silent for a while. No one dared to say anything. I looked up to see the girls’ faces red with anger. “You think you’re better than us?” Willow finally spoke up. She squatted down so that she could look into my eyes as she spat her venom. “You were nothing but a bed-warmer for the Alpha, and thank goodness he came to his senses and sent you right back to where you belong.”

Her eyes were wild with rage as she continued, "Why? Why is it that even in this life, I still can't compare to you? You should just die, Alice! Die!" Before I could react, Willow lunged at me, wielding a silver knife. A figure suddenly stepped in front of me. It was Ryan. He turned to me with a forced, reassuring smile before intercepting the blade with his bare arm. Blood trickled down his arm, but he didn't flinch, his only focus on ensuring I wasn't harmed. Once he confirmed I was safe, his expression darkened. He turned to Willow, his gaze icy and furious. "How dare you come here and cause trouble for Alice! And you even tried to hurt her! Do you have a death wish?"

She paused for a moment before adding, “Of course, we get the credit, you get the rewards.” Kayson shrugged. He did not really care about the rewards, though. The hair began to burn, and the smoke was fluttering toward a direction. “Let’s go!” Kayson had just finished speaking, yet he was already standing several feet away from Willow. Willow was shocked. “He’s fast!” She circulated her inner energy and followed after Kayson. She was a level-1 Admiralporium member and would become a laughingstock if she couldn’t catch up to Kayson.

- I watched him throwing with a smile. Two weeks ago, he had volunteered to test Martha's experimental smell-enhancing potion for himself. But no one expected such a reaction. Especially Alex himself. For the first week, he could only live in the forest, because all household smells caused him dizziness and vomiting. Now already, he felt only echoes of this amplification. I smelled Wally a little differently. Yes, there was something similar to the smell of burnt rubber, but through it I caught notes of freshness, some kind of meadow grass, some other smell slipped through, but even I could not catch it.

I demand, looking at him blankly and surprisingly enough, he does so and disappears into a portal of mist, likely heading to the kids and Gianna. I approach Willow, bending down beside her and looking in her looking in her tired, scared, bright green eyes. I try to keep it steady and calm her nerves by reaching to her hand and touch her, but she pulls away quickly and looks the other direction. “It had to be done,” I say, shaking my head at her demise. She shakes her head back and forth over and over, tears spills down her face, hands clinging to her neck as the venom flows painfully through her veins, her blood getting thin and muscles tightening in change.