Velvet Rwby Novels & Stories

* Viglet : A small wand to extract Esze from the circuits in the body. * Vitr Bris : 'Wind Blast' in Elvian.

A large wolf with yellow eyes, standing beside a woman and a small child. Revira's heart ached. "It's beautiful, sweetie." She walked over to the old bookshelf in the corner of the room. This was a Rakar family heirloom. She started pulling out the thick, dusty books, searching for something. Anything. Her hand stopped on a book with a worn leather cover. It had no title. She opened it. It contained no writing. Instead, it was a map. A hand-drawn map of Velmora. Revira's heart pounded. She saw strange symbols on the map. Symbols for mountains, rivers, caves. And she saw one spot marked with a red circle. Their current position.

“Show me if you’re worthy of the legend… or just more ashes for my collection.” The three Valentines moved as one. Rio’s golden eyes burned like twin suns as he sprinted across the blood-soaked field. Lucien and Adonis flanked him—shadows given flesh, lightning given fangs. The world seemed to blur around them, the sheer speed of their charge too fast for mortal eyes. “Enough games, witch!” Rio’s roar shattered the night. Vera’s laughter was a shrill, piercing sound that made the weaker rebels flinch. She raised both hands, weaving threads of blinding white fire. The air cracked and split—dozens of phantom rebels surged forward like a tidal wave, blocking the Valentines’ path.

As one who has already chosen. “Welcome back, Nyra,” he said softly. “We thought you wouldn’t come to us. Yet this… this is your home.” “Lies,” I hissed. “This isn’t my world.” “And yet here you stand,” Rowan replied, stepping closer. “And yet you listen.” A third figure slowly resolved from the mist. Vareth. He moved with calm, hands clasped behind his back, that measured, confident smile on his face that gave away nothing. His presence differed from the others’. He carried no surge of instinct or past—he was future. A cold, constructed possibility.

Ava, Rebecca, Kael, Orion, and Erebus were gone. Vincent and Elijah approached Ruth cautiously. "Ruth?" Vincent called. Ruth's eyes turned to them. Her gaze was distant, her expression transformed. "I see everything," she whispered. "Reality's edge is mine to shape." Vincent's eyes narrowed. "Ruth, what have you done?" Ruth's smile grew. "I've reborn my destiny." Reality warped around Ruth as she harnessed the Legacy's power. Vincent and Elijah stood frozen, awe etched on their faces.

It had a pale, bone-like stem and it stood perfectly still, even as the wind tugged at everything else around it. The Veliwrath Bloom. I’d heard the stories. Born from the tears of the Moon Goddess. A sign of violent change. Blake tensed. "That’s not on the list." Azrael’s voice was sharp. "Don’t touch it." But something pulled me forward. My pulse pounded in my ears as I reached out. The others shouted, but their voices sounded far away. “Lina?” Kaiza called out. But I was already stepping closer. I reached out, and the second my fingers brushed a petal—

The creature howled, its body shattering into smoke and shards of light that scattered through the trees. The others followed, dissolving into mist and silence. And then there was only her, kneeling in the wreckage of the storm, surrounded by swaying, broken trees. Her breath came in gasps. The wind calmed around her, slow and reverent, as if bowing to its master. The mark of her strain burned faintly onto her wrist, a sigil of Wyverndale, glowing silver-blue, the color of stormlight. Somewhere, distant voices echoed through the fog, Nyx Thorneveil’s, faint but clear:

he rumbled warningly. Velvet looked up at him coquettishly from beneath her lashes as she popped the button on his jeans. "I need you, daddy, stop fighting it" she purred, dragging down his zipper. Zavian's impressive cock sprang free, and Velvet wrapped her small hand around it. She gave him a few experimental strokes, admiring how thick and long he was. A bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip and she used her thumb to spread it around the head.

His breath was ragged. Look at me, He whispered into Rhyland’s mind. As he stared into his Mates eyes he came hard. His whole body convulsed, hips jerking, arms tensing and holding Rhy to keep himself deep inside as he spilled everything he had, right into the Vermale's egg pouch.

I am the Violet who will reign, whether the world likes it or not. And when she comes near, I do the impossible. I jump higher than her and twist in the air. When our trajectories cross, I open my jaws wide, my teeth aligning with her throat in a fatal instant. And I bite. The sound is wet, grotesque. Lyun’s throat gives beneath my fangs. I tear flesh, tendon, what remains of my old friend and current rival. She tries to howl, a short, gurgling sound, as her life slips away.