روايات وقصص ضمن Rwby Wolf Faunus Fanfiction

Ryan cheered as he attempted to lunge at Damien but Damien just pushed him, Ryan coughing and blood accruing. “Don’t touch him,” Runa growled as she tried pushing him off, hitting him but he just bagged her head harder on the wall. She noticed the tent of liquor once again. She grabbed the closes thing next to her which was her computer and reached and reached until it was now in her left hand. She looked up into his eyes seeing his wolf turning from their normal grey to their full-on black. If his wolf gets any closer to having full control then she knew she was dead for.

The wolf's eyes are just as piercing, full of arrogance and amusement. Nina chuckles quietly to herself. She's good at this. The wolf's defiant expression mirrors Lucien's perfectly. Above its head, she adds a speech bubble: *"Huh, ignorant little girls, all falling for my handsome appearance? You have no idea I'm actually a monster!"* And then, for the final touch, Nina draws a ridiculous pink bow on the wolf's disheveled hair and outfits it in a three-point swimsuit, a stark contrast to the imposing figure Lucien cuts on stage. The juxtaposition is too much-Nina almost bursts out laughing.

A rumbling growl. “ Oh come on. I am not working on this alone just so you can have some good time with your mate,” said Diskant sounding clearly annoyed. Another growl. “ Would you look at that?” snapped Diskant as he pointed at Cain’s wolf with both of his hands. Reyna raised an amused brow and asked, “ what exactly am I supposed to look at?” But when Diskant’s expression turned into the one that she would call having a seizure, Reyna stopped and looked down at the wolf who was lying on her lap with an extremely innocent expression, nuzzling her as she ran her fingers through his fur. “ Cain, I know that you are very much calm. Your wolf is no longer as wrung up as he was before, so stop h

" Caught off guard, Ruby grabbed Justin's black shirt collar, and they both fell out of the window. Justin's survival instinct kicked in. He wrapped his arms around Ruby, morphing as they landed on the ground. Ruby whimpered and curled up against her furry legs. She rubbed her temples, feeling slightly dizzy. Everything had turned upside down in grumbled. While stretching, Ruby noticed Justin's legs twisting as he struggled to stand up. Ruby quickly stood facing him but then stepped back to square off. "Hey, friendly wolf. Thanks for the ride earlier. Bye!" *** Howl after howl shattered the stillness of the night as iron collars clanged. Four werewolves emerged behind the oak trees, fixing t

Damon’s voice—steady, anchoring her through the storm. “We won’t let anything happen to you,” he whispered. “Even if your wolf rises tonight—we will hold you through it.” Kael pressed his lips to her shoulder. Lucian gripped her waist. Damon cradled her face. The bond snapped tight— And Raine’s world exploded in light. Her wolf rose. Not violently. Not painfully. But powerfully. A glow pulsed from Raine’s chest, rippling outward in a shockwave of silver-gold energy. The entire room brightened for a heartbeat—then dimmed.

But Frost noticed almost immediately. Without uttering a word, he moved closer to her, and he covered her hands with his. He turned to her, and cupped her cheeks in his hands. His eyes peered into hers intensely, and in that one glance, a thousand words must have been spoken between them. I felt a flicker of something unfamiliar. I was curious, and baffled at the same time. I was taught to believe that werewolves were volatile, emotional, weak, naive. But here was Rya who was a complete contrast to the things we were forced to believe. She was different.

Not really energetic enough to walk back, the brunette sat with her back resting on a tree and her eyes started scanning the place around her. "A nice forest?" Ruby commented, releasing a deep breath and looking down at her hands in sadness, "Did you really have to go, Mira? You promised and now...what am I supposed to do?" She whispered lowly, her eyelids needed sleep but she was too afraid to close her eyes. She heard a twig snap and looked around in alarm. Ruby gasped at what she saw, frozen in place as she stared at yellow eyes with amber-gold swirls. Eyes that belonged to a wolf. A werewolf.

Rainn keeps giving me these little apologetic looks like she's pleading with me, she's trying to mind-link with me but I'm blocking her out, still too pissed off to talk to her right now. Fala suddenly pulls me from my internal battle with myself and my wolf when she asks me, "So Beau, what do you think about that?" "Huh... sorry I wasn't listening, think about what?" "The idea of me reading Rainn's mind to try and find out what all this means?" "Oh, I mean... I don't know, yeah probably if she's happy with you doing it." Honestly, my mind wasn't there right now, it was erratic and my wolf wanted to kill Kai. How could he do that to me, we're brothers, how could he kiss my mate, she's mine n

Phoebus reassured taking the small hand of the faunus on his rough calloused ones. "I don't like her, she's dangerous. She's scary." Ruby ignored the cat girl's statement and took out a book from her basket. Her repulsion towards Ruby is unpleasant but understandable. Some witches were known to use fauna as slaves and some even use them as ingredients for their brew but Ruby refrain from doing such things because she considers them as people too like humans. Meaning she has equal distaste for them but she doesn't act on it. A witch has more important things to do than to mess with the mundane lives of mortals.

But something was amiss; I couldn't connect with the wolf within me. I tried desperately to shift, to connect with my own wolf, to reach out to an instinct that would save me, but my connection with my wolf seemed severed. Panic surged within me, making my heart race even faster. The wolf closed in, and just as I stumbled and fell, expecting sharp fangs to pierce my skin, something unexpected happened. The wolf spoke. "Why are you running from me, Ruby, after all that I've done for you?" The wolf's voice was deep, resonating like a distant thunderstorm. Its eyes, a fiery shade of brown, bore into mine, captivating and yet unnerving.