Sun Rwby Novels & Stories

Phoebe I still can’t believe that I’m on a date with Alpha Adrian - it feels so surreal. The sun is hot on my skin as I ride the jet ski with him. The waves crash against us as we speed along the coastline, and I cling to Adrian’s strong torso, trying to focus on the salty air and the beauty of the scenery. But it’s hard. Even through the fabric of his shirt, I can feel the rippling of his abs beneath my arms.

Inside Aurora's room, Ruby continued applying the healing salve, her touch soothing on Aurora's injured skin. "Wait," she said suddenly, pausing at Aurora's shoulder. "You have a birthmark here. A crescent moon shape." Aurora tried to look over her shoulder. "I've always had that." Ruby leaned closer, examining it with interest. "It's faint, but distinctive." The door opened abruptly. Ruby quickly pulled Aurora's healing robe back up, assuming it was Alexander entering.

Main Characters: Ruby Mia Storm Ruby is a sweet little girl; she is the only daughter to King and Queen of the Silver Moon Coven. One of the strongest covens in the world. She is loving, caring, kind, smart and beautiful, even after being a princess she believed in living her life simply. She only ever wished to find her mate but she wasn't so sure any more if she really had a mate because it's rare for a human to be mated to a supernatural being. That was what she was, a human, despite being born to the rulers of the most powerful coven in the world.

Chapter Two The night was alive with the rumble of engines. headlamps cutting across Raven’s stalled Harley as Sabrina clutched her waist with trembling hands. The Moonburn Riders had come, and their formation wasn’t random, it was deliberate, primal, the way a wolf pack isolates prey before moving in.

The palm was cold, and I felt something pass through me. "oh, before I forget," she said, "there is western development in Rayuwa that I nor the other deities did not sanction. It was brought in without our consent, which is why the sky is red. Get rid of the items and punish the culprits, and your skies will be as blue as always. I will give you back your lands and cure your sores, and our deal shall continue. No need to see Ruhun-Sama," she said and winked. There was something in her eyes. I somehow felt she had lied. I felt she was deceiving us, but I dared not speak; I might have been mistaken, and just like that, she was gone. The entire room was frozen with silence. As soon as Adam and

“He can care from across the room. I’m not a damsel.” I see the shield go over her eyes and recognize the action. She's protecting her, but from what? We’re guided toward the seating area, and that’s when I notice him. Riven. Large. Scarred. Radiating authority like it’s stitched into his bones. Rhys’s brother—though the resemblance is more in presence than in features. Where Rhys is controlled tension, Riven is blunt force. His golden yellow eyes are set, a male on a mission, as he moves to sit beside Tirianna.

He appeared a few seconds later, his hair still damp and a grin on his face. “Hey, Wrath, good to see you,” Rebel said. “We’re having church, but out here. Get the sweet butts to the basement rooms. All members and prospects present for this one,” Nitro said. “Got it,” Rebel said and left as quietly as he had appeared. Nitro turned toward Whitney and gave her a dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Road Warrior’s clubhouse. A friend of Wrath’s is a friend of ours.” “Thank you,” she said softly.

MYRA/ SELENE Darkness surrounded me, suffocating me. Then came the pain: sharp and devastatingly familiar, piercing through my back while the blade was being twisted deeper and deeper. I was reliving it again. The nightmare that never seemed to leave me alone. The memory crashed over me, every detail as vivid as if it were happening all over again. I was Selene again, standing in my own chambers on what should have been the happiest night of my life. Tomorrow was supposed to be my wedding day. Tomorrow, I was supposed to become Luna of the SilverClaw pack.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

She stopped walking, she subconsciously sucked in cold air ready to scream for help when the man's shadow withdrew but for a split second, his half face was reflected in the light and her heart stopped beating. Amelia had a vivid memory of those silver hair and dark blue eyes that makes one drunk in them when stared at. Those silver hair falls off his face when he is thinking. Those broad shoulders, and eerie presence he gives out, like a predator watching his prey. Her eyes widened In recognition when those eyes went to hers. She whooped in the cold air as she let out a scream of disbelief in them. "Erin?!"