Velvet Rwby Novels & Stories

Emotions overwhelmed Lila: devastation from her brother's capture, hope flickering from her visions of the temple, and a profound empathy for the wounded that drove her forward despite the fear clutching her heart like the cliff's edge. Veyra lurked in the mist-shrouded crevices above, her raven-haired form blending with the shadows, blood-red eyes glowing like embers in the fog. At twenty-five, her pale skin contrasted sharply with her dark robes, the bone tattoo on her neck throbbing black as Fang—her gaunt, black-furred wolf—howled silently within her, savoring the impending violence. Emotions twisted in Veyra: exhilaration at the ambush's setup, contempt for the "weak" Dawn Pack, and a f

As I opened the book, the pages crackled beneath my touch, revealing secrets long forgotten by time. My eyes widened, it was Dycans chronicles!! Wasting no time, I flipped through the pages quickly. An inscription came to focus. It was”Segan language” the vampire language. Fortunately for me, I could read it. My jaw dropped when I looked at the inscription. It said “To my beloved daughter Gwen.”

’ Czer snarled within me, his voice edged with warning. But the way out was gone. The Rift pulsed, alive and aware. And then — I saw them… Figures in the distance, caught between time. Lycans, witches, warriors… and among them, myself... Standing amidst the ruins of Valkyrie, sword drawn, blood dripping down my hands. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real.” Valentina reached for me, her hand brushing mine. “Andres?” But her touch sent a violent shiver within me and something crushed before my eyes— two moons bleeding together, and between them, her silhouette standing alone, light pouring from her chest.

she asked. “No,” he replied. “It’s quiet. That’s not the same thing.” She nodded once. “You think Rhys will move?” “I think he already has.” They descended the corridor in silence, the soft click of her heels echoing against Velvet’s spine. Cameras no longer followed. The surveillance was off for now. The walls felt different. Less like a prison. More like a husk. “What happens next?” she asked. “We burn the rest,” he said. “Every trace. Every archive. Velvet dies tonight.”

Valerio reached behind him and handed Sera a small velvet box. “Open it,” he said without turning. She did. Inside was a ring. A blood-red ruby surrounded by black diamonds. Twisted metal shaped like thorns. He took it from the box, turned to her, and slid it onto her finger. Then looked Cael in the eye. “Now she’s my wife.” Cael’s smile faltered. Valerio’s never did.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

He had felt something when he had picked up and carried her to the car but it had been so subtle that Lucas had almost missed it. Whatever it was, the energy was growing stronger, weaving itself into Chloe’s soul like delicate strands of golden silk. But again, it wasn’t the time to tug on that thread and reluctantly, Lucas let Chloe go, turning to help a nurse with one of the girls. He only glanced up once to see where his mate had gone, hazel eyes locating her instant as she helped one of her other friends. It didn’t take long before they transported all of the she-wolves to out into the silvery light of the waning moon. The air was bitingly cold and yet steam rose from the trembling and a

He didn't say another word as he carried her in his arms and left the chain room. ... A week later, Layla woke up one morning to feel the tingles of the mate bond flowing through her body. Her eyelids fluttered and slowly opened and the first thing she saw was honey brown eyes staring into hers. Her hand lifted on their own and lightly touched the thick strands of golden hair falling over Riven's forehead. She could wake up to this everyday and never get tired of it. "Happy birthday sweetheart",Riven whispered to her. A frown creased her brows. Birthday? Was today her birthday, she asked herself. Did she even have a birthday?

“Cant you just take a break for me baby? I sent you that video. I'm soaked already.” As usual he turned me down. "Laura, you must be tired. We got a plane to catch tomorrow. Don't strain yourself with that weak heart of yours." Gosh I was so pissed. I just stared at him and walked back to the room. I Locked the door. Put on some low music and turn off the lights. I sat on the bed. Opened the drawer and took out my vibrator first then the thick realistic dildo. Laid back and spread my legs wide, knees bent. Nightwear shoved all the way up.My little puppy was already in the room curled on his bed in the corner watching me with those big eyes.

Ryder’s thumbs were stroking the inside of her wrists, slow, possessive circles that made my own blood boil. “Focus on us,” I whispered against her lips, my hands shaking as I cradled her face. “Try to feel us, Let us carry it.” The black threads snapped like burned ropes. Violet light flared—bright, steady—then settled into a soft glow under her skin. The curse retreated, slinking back into whatever dark corner it lived in. I brushed sweat-damp hair from her forehead. She was sleeping now, face peaceful for the first time in days. The violet thread around our wrists still shimmered — stronger, brighter, like a living thing.