Silver Rwby Novels & Stories

"It's not always convenient to shift back and forth, you know?" "I don't know, but that's pretty cool, I guess?" Ruby muttered. "Anyways! It's good to finally be out here!" Silver exclaimed, feeling giddy as both Alphas rubbed her furs gently, their touch sending waves of warmth all through her body. "Now we can make pups!" she announced, and Ruby choked on air. "She's still too young to give birth!" she argued. "You mean my human?" Silver asked with an innocent tilt of her head. "Yes, her!"

she responds, and I can tell by her tone that she does not want to continue the conversation. “I think your father did not want you to shift for another reason.” Lyra’s head spins to look at me, obviously confused by my words. “Your wolf is silver. It is not a common color for a wolf.” “Is it not?” She asks as she cocks her head slightly to the side while looking at me. “You do not know?” Lyra shakes her head from side to side. “Interesting. I think we have a few texts on silver wolves in the library. I will find them for you in the morning.” Without another word Lyra turns and continues tripping through the forest.

But he eagerly nodded his head and pointed to the Emerald Monkey with an expression of pride on his face. “Why aren’t you green then?” Mane asked in confusion. The thing that he found interesting was Silver’s origin. Silver’s aura was very much linked to the Emerald Monkey’s aura. In fact, Silver’s aura felt like it was born from the Emerald Crystal Monkey’s aura. The other Crystal Monkeys didn’t share that kind of connection with the Emerald Crystal Monkey. That was why Mane was curious to know the relation between the two. And his guess was right. Silver confirmed that the Emerald Monkey was his mother! But if that was the case, why wasn’t Silver also green?

“Come back.” A petal drifted past him. Ryder frowned. There were no flowers in this field. It was all grass, nothing more. Another petal floated downward, turning lazily as it fell. Not pink. Not white. Not gold. Silver. He reached out, eyes wide, as yet another shimmering petal dropped into his palm. It looked like forged moonlight, delicate and impossibly bright. His breath held. He touched it, And it dissolved into light. His heart slammed against his ribs.

It was a silence that scraped at the edges of my ribs, too deep to be patched, too wrong to name. Ruby was the first to move. Her sword lifted above her head, streaked red and black, her crimson hair plastered to her face with sweat. The survivors—the packs of Silver & Vale, Bloodwood, every allied line that hadn’t been ground to dust—answered with a shout. Thin. Desperate. A sound more about proving they were still alive than celebrating. Ruby’s smile was sharp, for them, but when her eyes flickered my way, they were empty.

Even if she has fallen from her throne, she should still be able to rise again right? The fleet of shops beside the swimsuit shop sold sea equipment too, snorkeling equipment, kayaks, lifejackets, oxygen masks, etc., and all their windows were specially used for the display of goods. So Carla’s effort to see her figure through the glass plane was one in futility.

I studied those eyes for a long, quiet moment, memorizing the exact shade, wondering which brother she might most closely resemble as she grew, wondering whether I would ever have the chance to let any of them see this particular, undeniable proof of their connection to her. Then something shifted. The grey flickered, briefly, almost imperceptibly, catching the lamp's low light in a way that made my breath stop entirely in my chest. Silver. Just for an instant, so brief I nearly convinced myself I had imagined it entirely, Wren's eyes flashed a bright, unmistakable silver, the exact shade Ruth had described when speaking of the crown mark, the exact color I had begun to associate with everyt

I dismissed the guard, picking up the heavy platinum piece, and turned toward her. "Lean forward, little swan," I commanded softly. She sat frozen as I leaned in, my hands moving behind her neck to secure the heavy diamond-and-tanzanite clasp. The cool metal settled against her collarbones, the violet stone resting perfectly against the exposed skin of her upper chest, contrasting beautifully with her midnight-black dress. The entire front section of the ballroom watched us in a heavy, suffocating silence, but I could almost hear the wheels turning in their heads.

“but there is something else. We found fur which matches the fur the feral left all over Johnny but we found a second donor.” She paused to open on of the pockets in her coat and pulled out a small clear evidence bag. Inside was several strands of golden hair. The way they caught the first rays of the morning sun made them Shimmer like threads of gold or silk. As beautiful as it was, it was unusual as well. Sandy or sable coats weren’t totally uncommon but they were usually mixed with other colours. This had no other colours mixed in. “The feral seems to have gained a friend “ Sierra continued, unaware of the significance of her find. “And I think I know where they are going.”

It had also marked her out as different, she was not human, stopping her head-long flight near a lake she walked over panting heavily to look at her reflection. Staring back at her with frightened silver eyes was the most incredible creature she had ever seen, a huge beautiful pure silver wolf. She turned in the moonlight and it caught her fur and she saw that it glittered and glowed with her power. It was stunning to see as the breeze lifted her fur and it sparkled like magic under the stars,