Sienna Khan Rwby Novels & Stories

It was the sound of her sobbing. ​A strange tremor ran through my hand, my fingers twitching against my thigh. I didn't like this feeling. I didn't like how it made my chest ache. ​I fought it back. ​I am Kieran Wolfe. Why should I care? *** Sienna’s POV ​​I stepped away from the counter, but a sharp, hot pain shot through my lower back. ​I breathed hard through my teeth, trying not to cry, but the tears came anyway. I could already feel a bruise forming under my skin.

But again, we just got a chance to know each other again after years of living our lives in separate countries. “What’s wrong? I mean, what’s really happening? It doesn’t seem like you to be this demeaning to yourself. The Sienna I know wouldn’t say any rubbish about she can’t do this. In fact, the Sienna I know could do everything she sets her mind to.” Sienna kept her silence. She looked at me but almost like she was looking into an empty space. I doubted whether she was searching for memories of her past self. “I don’t know what I am anymore.” She said softly, and I was as stunned as her when she said that out loud.

"The bad energy is strong, but it will be gone soon. I promise." Shaken, I retreated. I couldn't fight her physically. I had to understand. I focused not on attacking, but on listening. I pushed my awareness towards her, past her polished surface. The flashes were jarring. Raw emotions, jagged images. A deep, bitter resentment towards our mother. A burning fury—she had been passed over, deemed unworthy of the Siren's legacy that flowed in our veins. And then, a hungry need—a vision of me, of Elara, our potential power swirling around us like a visible mist, something she desperately needed to grasp, to claim, to consume.

This fight belongs to all of us. The heavy door clicks open. I feel Sienna before I see her. The mate bond flares bright and golden, a live current racing through my veins. She enters wearing a simple linen shift, dark hair loose and wild around her shoulders, carrying a small bowl of shimmering blue paste that glows faintly under the torchlight. Her belly curves gently beneath the fabric—our pup is growing stronger every day. Rowena and Kali exchange a quiet glance and step back. This part is new. Sienna insisted.

Is Sienna harboring romantic designs toward Jin Chen? Chloe remained buckled in her seat for a full minute, clinically monitoring Sienna's subconscious behavioral patterns. Within a span of less than sixty seconds, Sienna executed exactly three covert glances toward the grand champion. It was a textbook manifestation of high-society obsession, and Chloe wondered if her companion had registered the metric.

he replied, his tone respectful. And then, the king turned his attention to me. He looked me up and down, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied me. He reached out, his hand taking mine in a firm shake. “And you must be Sienna…” he said, his voice laced with something I couldn’t place. There was an unmistakable smirk playing at the corner of his lips, something predatory in the way he looked at me. Before I could even respond, Noah spoke up, his voice steady but with a hint of pride.

The crown was almost mine. I just had to bury every last piece of the past to claim it. Even if it meant burying myself right along with it. The door creaked open. Soft. Intentional. Like silk sliding over skin. And there she was. Sienna. Daughter of Beta Anton. Beautiful. Perfect. Poison. Her hair spilled in loose waves down her bare shoulders, her robe half-tied, clinging only where it needed to hide modesty, but barely. Legs long and smooth, lips painted a subtle red, eyes lined in kohl that made her gaze cut sharper than knives.

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

​Before Sienna can blink or raise a defense, Ryder crosses the small room in a single, blurring stride. ​He wraps his fingers into a thick handful of her blonde hair and yanks her head back. ​Sienna drops the silver blade, letting out a sharp shriek as he lifts her feet right off the floor. ​He doesn't hesitate or give her a chance to speak. ​With a vicious twist of his upper body, he flings her across the armory. ​Sienna crashes hard into a metal weapons rack, sending swords and tactical gear clattering in every direction before she hits the ground.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.