Silver Rwby Novels & Stories

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

Silver The tension in the room was suffocating. I didn’t even know when Henry stepped between me and his father, his body serving as a wall. I could see the muscles in his neck straining, could see the way his hands were clenched into fists. He was holding himself back. Barely. "Father," Henry said, his voice sharp and cold. "This is Silver. She's the girl who was in the crash with me." Mr. Williams barely acknowledged me. His eyes flickered in my direction for the briefest moment, cold and dismissive, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. A mosquito buzzing around his head. Then he turned back to Henry.

he gasped. She was suddenly there, her hand gripping his wrist. The bond between them flared, sharp and searing. Kaelen felt her magic thread into his, cool and steady like moonlight against fire. Together, they forced the blaze inward, pulling it back before it swallowed friend and foe alike. When the flames receded, Kaelen collapsed to his knees, smoke curling from his skin. His breaths came ragged, his vision blurred. Around him, the battle raged on. Serenya moved with terrifying grace, her staff sweeping arcs of silver light that seared through vampire flesh. The hunters loosed arrow after arrow, pinning the creatures before they could reach the camp’s heart.

"I love you Silver. I love you with my entire being." "You have made me the strongest man, now, I will go and fight for our love and I will win. For you I will." Shinja waved Silver bye and went into Brown's room. In Brown's room she wished him good luck and walked out. She did not kiss him but pecked him on his right cheek. The Arena The princes were finally staged in the arena each in his corner. Silver wore silver armor representing his kingdom. Brown wore armor colored caramel to depict his kingdom. The same colors adorned their corners respectfully. Bolton sounded the gong and the fight begun.

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

At least I had changed the first part of our fate. Silver Springs was famous for its natural geothermal steam rooms. Clara dragged Liam off to the buffet. Those two were always in sync when it came to food. It was good to see. Seeing her so innocent and carefree, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. In this life, I just want my sister to be happy. I found an empty sauna. The steam rose, blurring the world around me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of peace.

Weakness clung to my limbs, but I stayed upright. The Blackroot Forest lay quiet around me. Too quiet. My paws struck the ground harder than intended. The sound echoed. When I looked down, my shadow stretched long and sharp beneath me. A spotlight. I lifted my head, heart tightening. The Silver Sovereign filled the sky. White. Clean. Bright. Watching. Not blue. Not red. Not broken. This was wrong. Light poured down like it had purpose. Tiny specks shimmered across its surface, blinking softly, like distant stars trapped inside it. The sight pulled something loose in my chest. Wonder mixed with unease.

A wave of intense dizziness washed over me, and I started to sway. The Silver Dust severely affected my newly recovered wolf, making it impossible for me to summon my strength to resist the drug. "Finally... found you..." A familiar, twisted voice came from deep within the garden. I struggled to keep my eyes open and saw a figure step out from behind the bushes. It was Selene, but she looked nothing like her former self. Her face was covered in hideous scars, clearly from severe burns. The right side of her face was almost completely disfigured, her eye was cloudy, and most of her hair was gone.

And then, my breath caught in my throat. A ripple broke the glass-like surface of the water. Ruby. She was swimming a slow, elegant breaststroke under the moonlight. When she reached the edge of the pool, she smoothed her long, wet ginger hair back over her shoulders, the vibrant strands glistening like dark copper in the silver light. She was wearing a simple, high-cut black bikini that left very little to the imagination. The contrast of the dark fabric against her pale, flawless skin was utterly arresting. Every curve of her body—from the soft slope of her waist to the elegant line of her collarbones—was completely exposed to the night air.

Then, softly: “I’d stand by you while you choose.” That’s worse. And somehow, it’s better too. The healer’s room smells sharp—herbs, cold stone, something old. Aron barely moves under the thin blankets. His chest rises, just a little. His wolf—nothing. Gone, or so far down I can’t touch it. I sit at his side, hands shaking. Mira stands behind me, voice gentle but firm. “Don’t reach. Listen.” I close my eyes. The silver inside me stirs right away. It’s drawn to the emptiness in Aron, like gravity finds a void. It doesn’t rush in—it hangs back, wary.