Silver Rwby Novels & Stories

But he needed this—needed to clear his mind after the relentless politicking, the tension of the day, and the pull he couldn’t ignore. His wolf growled low as they entered a narrower path lined with birch trees, senses alert to every movement. Something flickered in the shadows, subtle, yet unmistakable. There. He slowed, heartbeat accelerating—not from exertion, but from recognition. A flicker of silver beneath the canopy. The familiar pulse, quiet but insistent. Eira.

Then what? Before anyone could speak again... Rowan suddenly cried out. Not like before. This scream echoed through the entire room. His tiny body arched backward. The mark on his back glowed faintly beneath his skin. Silver. The same silver light Kiara's powers produced. Everyone froze….Even the witch doctor. "What is happening?" Kiara cried. I reached for Rowan— Then stopped. Because his tiny eyes...Opened. For just one second. And instead of the bright blue eyes he'd been born with...They glowed pure silver.

“It’s a woman.” “What is she doing over there? Her hair is painted silver. Is she also a LARPer?” With Arthur at the forefront, he led his men through loosely growing thickets and round sediments until he came within range where he could view Silvia’s form better. “Hey…” Arthur was about to call out to Silvia to inquire about her reason for being there all alone.

Within seconds, the freezing rain completely soaked her dark hair, gluing the wet strands to her pale face. Her body was aching with a brutal, white-hot heat. The royal magic inside her blood was thrashing violently behind her ribs, reacting to the extreme danger of the coming dawn. The dry, bitter taste of copper blood flooded her mouth. She tightly clamped her mouth shut, forcing her teeth together as she forcefully swallowed the hot blood down. She kept her posture perfectly straight, her face a flawless, stoic mask of absolute innocence. Beneath her wet grey sleeve, her golden star birthmark remained hidden in the dark.

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

"Fine. Give me the weapon." Juvien’s massive white paws twitched in her sleep while a low, unconscious growl rumbled through the tether at the mention of Clara. Riven reached into the swirling mist without another word and drew out a blade made of pure, solid silver light. It hummed softly in the silence, sharp, hungry, and cold as death itself. I wrapped my fingers around the hilt as the silver burned against my palm, but I held on tighter. Let Damien mark Clara if he wants. When I get back, he’ll see exactly what happens when Sienna stops running.

My voice, now his, fills the room—rich, velvety, commanding. “Silver should be dominant.” Silence. Cassidy blinks, then glares. “Aries, if you’re going to hijack Delilah’s body, at least say hello first.” Aries chuckles through my lips. “Hello, little human.” Alma crosses her arms. “Why silver?” My lips curve into a smirk. “Silver is the color of the moon, the bond that ties mates. It represents strength, purity, and divine right. It will remind everyone that Delilah is not just a queen but the vessel of the strongest wolf to walk this earth.”

Over time, strands of silver had interwoven themselves among the vibrant strands, creating a striking contrast that spoke of the wisdom accumulated throughout her years. Her tail, a magnificent extension of her being, boasted scales of cobalt blue that retained their vibrancy, reflecting the enduring strength within her. Yet, upon closer inspection, they discovered that her tail bore a delicate adornment. Scattered amongst the azure scales were speckles of silver, like stardust scattered across a midnight sky. These silver speckles, reminiscent of the trials and tribulations she had weathered, served as a testament to her resilience and the wealth of knowledge she possessed.

Blood at her lip, hair loose, hand pressed to her ribs. But she stood up and she looked at Seraphina and her eyes.... Her eyes. For just a second....half a breath, barely long enough to be sure I'd seen it at all.....they flashed. Silver. Not gold. Not the red of an aggressive wolf. 'Silver.' A color I had seen exactly once in my life, in an old text in my father's library, next to a bloodline name I had been too young to understand. Then it was gone. Mira blinked. The color was back to normal. She looked almost as startled as everyone else.