Velvet Rwby Novels & Stories

As they walked, Caleb and Rory chatted about various things, including their plans for the weekend and the state of affairs in their own kingdom. After a while, they reached Alpha Vincent's palace, which was an impressive structure made of stone and wood. The palace was guarded by a group of werewolf soldiers, who greeted Caleb and Rory with great respect. As they entered the palace, they were struck by its opulence and grandeur. The walls were adorned with paintings of great werewolf battles, and the floors were covered in soft, luxurious rugs. Caleb and Rory were welcomed into a large hall, where they were greeted by Alpha Vincent himself. Vincent was a tall, muscular werewolf with piercin

Wilhelma inclined her head. Talen put his arm around Rhett’s shoulders as they turned away, brushing a kiss into his dokkalfar’s hair as they walked. Rhett leaned into him, wrapping an arm around his waist, and waved with his free hand as they passed a group of werewolves checking the bodies of Van Helsings to ensure that they were truly dead.

Who knows, maybe one day Vlad who appeared on the threshold of my rented apartment, with my mother's ring, became that small step on the stairs to my happiness? Having finally washed away all the road dirt and dust, she wiped herself off with one of the towels that lay on the shelf next to the shower stall. She glanced at the mirror in passing, her eyes again filled with dark gold. In moments of mental turmoil, the she-wolf manifested itself, and my eyes changed color. And now the she-wolf is curious, interesting.

This is the way towards their hideout river but she won't go there anymore because it is so far already. She was appreciating the beauty of the night, the moon that lighten up not just the darkest fields behind their house and places around the world but also the unidentified and undiscovered uniqueness of the every insecure individual in this universe. Moon is a comfort together with it's soldiers called stars. It will never fail us everytime we want to escape from the sadness that we always encounter everyday. Sashi sat down in the green grass of the fields behind their house. "Tss, you are really weird and stubborn, aren't you?"

“If you wander into the wrong place, you don’t just risk yourself. You risk everything tied to you.” “Then tell me what I’m tied to!” He didn’t answer. But that night, guards appeared at the ends of her corridor. Not close enough to touch. Close enough to watch. Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Nyx Calder sat in a room full of smoke and glass. Nyx smiled like someone who enjoyed secrets more than power. “The Drays have activated the Velvet Oath,” Nyx said. A woman beside him frowned. “You’re sure?” “Very. They’ve hidden their key in the old hill house.”

Rowan’s POV My eyes didn't leave the silhouette stumbling through the rain toward me. I leaned against the matte-black hood of my SUV, the cold drizzle soaking into my tactical shirt, but I didn't feel the chill. I felt her. Veda Bennett was a flicker of dying light in the middle of a graveyard, her white dress stained, her hair plastered to her cheeks. She should have been halfway to the High-Rise by now. I’d given her the exit. I’d given her the escape. Instead, the stubborn little fool had gone back inside to face the wolves who had just finished tearing her heart out.

Celeste’s fingers trembled as she clutched the small bouquet of wildflowers Kaelan had given her earlier. The pale blue petals with silver edges were already starting to wilt at the tips, but she couldn’t bring herself to set them down. They sat on the small table beside her bed like a fragile reminder that the ruthless Alpha of Ravencrest had done something unexpectedly gentle.

when you weren't allowed to leave. ​I shifted, the midnight-blue velvet robe heavy on my limbs. The fabric was soft—impossibly soft—but every time it brushed against my skin, I was reminded of the way Xavier had looked at me when he draped the blanket over my shoulders. Like I was a masterpiece he had finally finished stealing. ​Velvet.

“When a wyvern attacks, it partially dematerializes. That’s how it was able to pass though my shield. The dematerialization is called xyn. It works both ways, though. They have to rematerialize just before they strike. When this one did, it got caught by my shield.” The wyvern continued to shriek and try to get at them with teeth and claws. Rave turned his head and looked back up at the furious beast. “Let me see if I can kill this thing,” he said, preparing to straighten up. Leesa grabbed his wrist. “Wait. Let me do it. There’s no need to risk yourself. I can kill it from here.” She raised her hand and fired a narrow, bright yellow energy beam straight into the wyvern’s gaping maw. The mons

The dusk-blue velvet was the colour of the western horizon at the small last hour before night, and it fell from her thin shoulders in a long careful soft line, and the cut at the throat was high and round and modest and was edged with a small careful line of pale silver thread that did not catch the eye but caught the soft autumn afternoon light from the tall windows in a way that made the velvet look very faintly as if it were lit from the inside. Ysolde brushed Elowen's dark hair until it shone the way it had shone in the small chamber at Vayne Hold when she had been a girl, and Ysolde pinned it back loosely with two small carved silver combs that had been in a small velvet box in the bot