Velvet Rwby Novels & Stories

"Although I must explain to Seraphina how, as a family, they will be essential allies... perhaps a future betrothal in distant lines?" She looked at the next family on the list and her eyes lit up a little with hope. "House Velwraithe." Here, her eyes even dared to smile, as her mind worked and pressed a little harder. One, the Commander of the Royal and Noble Guard, Lord Sylen, and the other, her Commander in chief, Lord Everen. Sadly, Lord Sylen's mate was lost in the last Harpy war, and they had never had the luxury of having a clutch. Everen, on the other hand... he and his mate Orla had two clutches, the first was. Vexanna Velwraithe, their eldest and only daugher, and Vorian Velwraithe

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

They’d spent the last hour scrolling, debating, vetoing, and finally settling on a theme that felt right. Black and crimson as the base—bold, powerful, unmistakably vampire. Silver and deep violet as accents—nodding to Liora’s shadows and Seraphina’s precision. Leather and charcoal gray for texture and edge—Ravenna’s influence. Crimson, silver, and deep violet woven into every piece. And the wristbands—custom leather cuffs, each with intricate vampire fang designs embossed in silver and deep violet thread, charcoal gray backing, crimson stitching. Subtle. Symbolic. Undeniable.

She raised her arms, light blooming from her chest, illuminating the battlefield in amethyst glow. The rogue army faltered, turning toward her like moths to flame. Malachi's lieutenants bellowed orders, but too late—the violet wrath unleashed. Waves of energy rolled out, flattening ranks in ripples of destruction. Rogues flew backward, bodies crumpling against trees, spines snapping like twigs. One wave hit a cluster mid-rape, the brute buried balls-deep in a captive she-wolf; energy surged through them both, her cries turning to moans as she arched, pussy clenching around him in forced climax, while he erupted inside her, body seizing before exploding in gore, coating her in hot seed and en

Waverly said as blood dripped down her arm. “In through your nose out through your mouth do it.” Waverly ordered him. Rhett growled trying to still get away from her, her blood hitting his hand made her stop for a second. Realizing he made her bleed he began to listen to her. He took a deep breath and let it out through his mouth. “Good. Good. Stay with me.” Waverly said her voice calming but her eyes glowing as Winter was just under the surface in case she needed to shift.

"Sure, a resume would be great. You can just give it directly to my mom or Tyler. They'll be the ones hiring." "Sweet." Blake got up and walked over to me. I turned my head away and he stuck the needle into my left deltoid. I groaned, biting into my right hand as he pushed all of the liquified wolfsbane into me, the intense, sharp burning sensation instantly spreading to my whole arm, practically numbing it. "Fuck!" I yelled when he finally removed the needle from my arm. "I think Luke keeps stickers for Libby in his desk drawer if you want one." Blake gave me a friendly smile.

But she remembered the rabbit’s heartbeat, the way the forest had sung in her blood, the hunger that hadn’t belonged to her. “I…” Her voice faltered. “I don’t want this.” “No one does,” Rowan said simply. “But wanting doesn’t change the bloodline.” “The bloodline?” Rowan straightened, expression shadowed. He moved to a shelf, pulling down an old leather-bound book. The cover was cracked, its edges worn smooth with use. He laid it on the table, opening it to a page marked by a ribbon of faded red cloth. The illustration made Evelyn’s stomach twist. A man—human—stood beneath a crescent moon, his body splitting apart, fur and claws erupting from his skin. Around him, others knelt, bound in chai

She saw everything the Vein had shown Avery: the birth of reapers, the fracture, the lie the Council had built. Then Avery whispered something. It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The Vein heard her. A pulse of gold light tore through the battlefield, silencing every sound. When it faded, the specters were gone—and so were Avery and Kael. Ryn collapsed to one knee, gasping. Her armor was scorched, her weapon cracked. Around her, only three others remained. Soreth stood unmoving, his face twisted in fury and awe. “They’ve merged with the current,” he muttered. “She’s in the Vein now.”

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

she hissed, every syllable soaked in venom. A growl rumbled in my throat, rising from deep in my chest. She could deny the title all she wanted—but she couldn’t deny the bond. With an exasperated roll of her eyes, Velara finally began to lift her shirt. The fabric slid upward slowly, revealing skin that stole the breath from my lungs. I hadn’t been prepared for the sight that greeted me. Her ribs were covered in a storm of bruises—deep violet and sickly blue patches sprawled across her torso like shadows from a violent past. The mottled skin looked fragile, as if the faintest touch might cause it to tear. Every discolored blotch whispered of pain. It was the kind of damage that couldn’t be e