Sienna Khan Rwby Novels & Stories

Her long hair was pulled into a messy bun, strands sticking to her neck as the late afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. “Mama!” Sienna cried, bursting into the kitchen. Her dark curls bounced as she waved a drawing in her hand. “Look! I made a wolf!” Channary dried her hands on a towel and leaned down to examine her daughter’s work. The crude crayon drawing did indeed resemble a wolf, though its proportions were cartoonish. “That’s amazing, baby,” she said, ruffling Sienna’s hair. “You’ve got real talent.” Sienna beamed, but her twin, Elara, peeked around the corner with her lips pursed. “Mine’s better,” she announced, stepping forward to show her

“You followed me again, didn’t you?” Sienna’s voice cut through the trees before Ryder could even step out of the shadows. Her tone was calm, but the air around her trembled with the silver pulse of her newly awakened power. “You’re terrible at hiding from someone who feels you before she sees you.”

The type of strength required to defend yourself from an attacking predator. Her hair was cropped, and sat around her face in a halo of choppy, platinum blonde locks. And her eyes, when they were open, were impossibly blue. But my favourite feature on my little mate, was by far her rosy-pink lips. After hours of tossing and turning, Sienna had finally drifted into a deep sleep at around 2 am. The deep furrow lines around her eyes and forehead, smoothing out until she seemed completely relaxed. Her pink lips forming a small pout that begged for me to kiss her. But I resisted temptation.

she shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. Aggie knitted her eyebrows together again before realisation finally dawned on her. “OOOOHHHH,” she swatted her hand in the air as she turned back to face Thea and Penny. “Zohria knows about us, you don’t have to be so secretive around her,” she giggled as she tucked a lock of her copper hair behind her ear. Bellamy turned to look at Zohria, his forehead creasing as he tilted his head. “You’re a succubus? That’s an interesting turn of events.” A knowing smirk spread across his face.

"Hey, focus; you're here to promote the merch, not stare at some gal's ass." Then I turned to see a woman dressed in a slim hot pink gown with flaming red hair, and I recognized those cheekbones anywhere. Sierra's eyes met mine as she approached me. I shot Frankie a glare, smacking his chest hard. "Scram." Frankie winced in pain and walked away. She stood close enough for me to catch the scent of roses and cherries, soft and sweet. "Sierra?" I said. "You got the invitation?" "Were you expecting someone else?" She asked.

At the same time, Sienna, who had been idling all the while, read the messages in the helicopter. The corner of her lips curled up ever so slightly into a cunning smile as if she found something fun to play with. She had been keeping up to date with all the messages in the WhatsApp group, and she was well aware that they had already set their eyes on Zayn. She found the whole thing entertaining and was not concerned that Zayn could end up being bullied. She had absolute confidence in him.

"Who the fuck are you‚ Selena?” My free hand moved before I could stop it. My fingers found her jaw and tilted her face up‚ and the second my skin touched hers‚ electricity shot through me so hard that my breath caught. Her skin was warm. My thumb traced along the line of her jaw and my wolf was screaming‚ screaming‚ screaming “mate‚ mate‚ mate‚ this is her‚ this is mine‚ this is home.” Sienna looked up at me. "I'm Selena Vale‚" she said quietly.

" Sienna's laughter intensified, echoing off the walls like a haunting melody. She paced around me, reveling in my pain. "What happened, you ask?" she spat, her eyes gleaming with madness. "Life happened, Rose. Life showed me the futility of trust and the weakness of love and family. It taught me that power is the only true currency in this world." I clenched my teeth, fighting against the waves of agony that threatened to consume me. "Sienna, you're wrong," I whispered. Sienna's laughter turned bitter, and she knelt down beside me, her face twisted with a mix of rage and desperation. She grabbed my chin, squeezing it, causing me to cry in pain.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

Rhys’s grey eyes stayed locked on hers, calm and unreadable, and the longer he looked at her, the more she felt her pussy throb. "Now." His voice was low, and commanding in a way that made fresh wetness seep out of her. Slowly, Sienna parted her thighs for him, the cool air of the room hitting the thin lace between her legs. "Good," Rhys’s gaze dropped between her thighs for a moment before returning to her face. “Now,” he said quietly, taking another step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “touch yourself.” Sienna’s fingers trembled slightly as it moved on its own, sliding down her stomach.