Silver Rwby Novels & Stories

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

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.

This was Blake Silver in full Alpha mode on a threat that was moving toward someone he cared about and the difference between those two things was significant and immediate and the rogue that had launched from the left discovered this at speed. Snow white. Not the white I had expected from everything I knew about Silver pack coloring. Not flat or cold. The specific living white of something that carried its own light source, massive through the chest and shoulders, moving with a force that had nothing wasted in it. He took the first rogue completely off its trajectory and drove it into the ground and it did not get back up quickly. The second rogue adjusted its angle mid-air. Lyra was alread

No vampire has dared to come near; they are even scared of Archie. “I will keep my pace,” she said. “Okay, let’s shift and run around the woods,” Silver said. I nod my head and watch them shift. Octavia is a white wolf, and Silver is a black wolf. Their fur is so cute and sparkling, and Silver is bigger than her. They are both huge, and just one paw will cause a deadly injury. They both purred at themselves, moving closer to each other, but I stayed in their middle, my hand on their snout.

The air in the sacred Silver Moon clearing was thick with anticipation, the howls of gathered wolves echoing like a song of hope and grief. The ruins of their past packs felt like ancient scars, yet this new congregation exuded a sense of rebirth. Iris stood at the center, her golden and shadowed aura blending, balancing light and dark as the moonlight caressed her face. In her arms, her twin children cooed softly—one with eyes glowing pure silver, the other with an unsettling but beautiful onyx hue.

“Silver. I choose silver as my safe word.” “I like it. Can I ask why you chose it?” Ryan questioned. “It’s the color of your wolves’ eyes.” I replied with a shrug. “I’ve never seen wolves with silver eyes before but they’re beautiful, just like your hazel eyes. Two low growls rumbled around me as they closed the space between us again. “It’s perfect, Angel” Ryan approved. “I fucking love it!” Reegan added. I felt my insides melt at their praise, followed by a healthy dose of fear at what I had gotten myself into.

The only problem I have at the moment is how to get just Phoenix to have it and not include Scarlett. A couple of days after I received the silver serum, an opportunity opened up for me to use it. I put half of the silver serum into a water bottle that was exactly the same as Phoenix's. I met up with Phoenix in the training field. I discreetly swap out his bottle and then enjoy a good sparring match with him.

Rhea’s tiny hands clutched a wooden wolf carving; Ren followed close behind, eyes wide with wonder. “Mama,” Rhea whispered, voice trembling with excitement. “Lyra came to my dream. She said the Moon gave us a gift.” I knelt, heart tight, searching their small faces. “A gift?” They nodded, and then it happened. Their eyes flickered, not gray this time, but luminous silver, catching the moonlight like twin shards of starlight. I froze, breath caught between awe and disbelief. That silver… I had seen it in Lyra’s eyes before the battle. Now it danced in my children.

he snarled. “Looks like we have company. Sorry, but this is where our chat stops.” Like it was never there, his face went back to normal, and he waved at me as he left. After that, I blacked out, but not before I felt someone approaching. Silver. The color of the moon wolves honored and the color of the metal that was their nemesis. I saw two different silvers, the same in color but different in aura, fighting and intertwining before my eyes.