Sienna Rwby Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

She tensed and whimpered, and letting out a low growl, Sienna brushed her canines over my neck before pushing them inside my neck as she bit me. Her teeth dug into my neck, making me groan as I thrust in and out of her. Sienna’s body tensed, and her walls tightened around me as her wolf took charge of her instincts. She moved from my neck to look me in the eye, and I couldn’t help but smirk when her eyes widened as she neared her climax.

The western ridge smells like death even before we reach it. My wolf surges forward the second the wind carries it, claws ripping through my fingertips as a partial shift tears across my body. Sienna runs beside me, holding a sword tightly. You can see the dark lines on her skin because she is a vampire. She is moving quickly, like a wolf. Her eyes keep changing color: from brown to gold to black. Every few steps, her breathing gets faster and harder. “Stay behind me,” I growl, my voice already distorted by the shift.

Xenox muttered behind me, but I ignored him. When Sierra finally appeared at the top of the steps, everything else faded. She wore deep blue, the fabric soft and flowing, cinched at her waist with silver thread that caught the light when she moved. Her hair was braided loosely over one shoulder, small beads woven in,Moonbane craftsmanship, unmistakable. She looked… radiant. “You’re staring,” she said, amusement flickering across her face as she descended. “Can you blame me?” I said honestly. “I might have to fight half the city by the end of the night.”

Thea was short and curvaceous with sun kissed skin, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Penny was tall with impossibly long legs, she had beautiful dark, bronze skin, hazel eyes and a wild array of raven curls and Aggie too was quite tall but curvy with fiery red hair, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. They were each designed to be the perfect specimen of a woman, even without their sirens call, any many would struggle to not find them irresistible. “We are sisters by circumstance, not by blood,” Penny smiled at Lissa. “Well, Bellamy is my brother by blood, unfortunately,” Lissa rolled her eyes eliciting a chuckle from Penny.

Seemed about right for something that big. I pulled up at the boards. Sierra was already there on the other side of the glass. She usually hangs back during the madhouse—respects it as team time—but not tonight. Her eyes were lit up, like she had something massive bottled and wasn't sure if she should let it out yet. I met her eyes through the glass. She put her hand flat on it, right at shoulder level. Same move as that first tunnel night, as the very first skate, as every quiet "I see you" since.

"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.

S Sierra is not just Sierra; she may have the same outward appearance, but she has multiple personalities that some of them are so confusing and hard to get along with. I know these statements may seem silly or even difficult to grasp, but it is just who she is. She is not only the beautiful, loving, and selfless Sierra that I knew, but she also turns into a rose with thorns in some ways, and sometimes can also be poisonous, that if you don't run fast it can also be your end.

Rayyan was just silent now; he didn't know what Sienna meant. "Shall we ride it?" Sienna pointed at one of the rides, and Rayyan looked petrified for a while; he had never played before. There was fear because Rayyan didn't know the level of security yet, but Rayyan looked at Sienna, who seemed convinced.