Silver Rwby Novels & Stories

Ryu turned to me, blood streaking his cheek, and his eyes—those deep, wild eyes—met mine. “We end this here, or we’ll be running forever,” he said. I nodded once. We wouldn’t run. We would rise. From above, the thunderclouds broke open, and a sudden downpour began. Rain fell in heavy sheets, soaking the sands of the arena, washing away blood but not the tension. The storm felt almost symbolic—cleansing and chaotic. Ryu’s wolf eyes glinted under the lightning as he stalked forward, every muscle tense. I followed at his side, no longer a victim, no longer a prisoner. I was Samantha Blackthorn, daughter of fire, and the storm wasn’t just around me—it was inside me.

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

Her small hands gripped her mother’s arms tightly, her gaze fixed on the fight. And then, it happened. The little girl’s eyes began to glow. Not gold like Damien’s. Not blue like Lyra’s. But silver—bright, shining silver, like liquid moonlight. Lyra gasped. “No… not now…” The wolves froze mid-attack, their snarls dying in their throats. The glow in Isla’s eyes spread into the air, a soft silver light that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. The snow glittered under it, the trees shivering as if touched by the moon itself.

Deep enough to make him weep. He stayed like that for a long time. At the ridge, the silence broke. Not violently. Not loudly. Just… differently. Siran stood. She didn’t speak. She didn’t raise her hands. But her presence shifted. And across the bloom’s inner ring, several spirals bloomed without light only color. Deep grey. Soft blue. Violet like old bruises healing beneath skin. Those gathered stepped back instinctively. “What is she doing?” someone whispered. “She’s calling it,” another answered.

His heart felt full of her acceptance of him as they devoured the white tailed buck. He hadn’t participated in their pack runs or pack hunts before, and although there were similarities to Dragonmoon, there were also many differences. Newblood revered her in a way that he had never even seen with Serburi, and they were considered royalty. He also had never seen silver wolves, gray, yes, but actually silver? And not just in coloring, but in a shimmering, practically glowing way. Every member of Silverclaw shared this aspect of their wolves. Subtle differences existed in the family, Samantha was larger and her claws were a blue that seemed to shine like stars, while the other’s claws were whit

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

I transformed mid-run, allowing Silver to take charge. The sun was up high, the leaves casting delicate patterns on the forest floor. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the woods smelled like fresh pine, giving me a healthy vibe of heaven on Earth. Silver jumped from space to space, enjoying the cool feel of the woods. From the periphery of our eyes, she caught sight of a large idling stone. She ran to the top of the stone and, without warning, released a loud howl that erupted from her throat without reserve.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Now that we would have to leave them behind, I still had to be sure that the silver would be taken out. Our new doctor, Marvin, was the one in attendance. He seemed a bit nervous about examining Ruby's hands, I told him to relax. This was the first time he would attend to the Luna, and my presence wasn't helping either, but I couldn't help it. I had to know. I wasn't the only one present; Randolph and Kevin were there too. Randolph was mad about Tammy's precautions against our mates, especially Racheal. She was very harmless even with her wolves, yet they still clamped the silver on them. It was advantageous because it made them depend on their brains instead of their physical strength. Thei

Reed bowed down to me and Wyatt walked up to me, looking me all over with astonishment in his eyes. ‘You are pure silver!’ Wyatt said via mind-link ‘Fully silver?’ I asked excitedly ‘Yes, Raven, you are beautiful!’ “Thank you!” Raven said with much appreciation. She looked over at everyone else and made a grunting sound that signaled everyone to stand. She then turned to Wyatt and Reed and nodded to them to begin the journey.