Velvet Scarlatina Rwby Novels & Stories

For those of you who may not understand anything, the moment a person from the royal family who is not Alpha or Luna is bitten above the mark that proves that he is from the royal family, that person automatically becomes a normal werewolf, without the privileges he had as a "royalty" And that's exactly what Scarlet took from Valkyrie, she took what she most wanted in life, power, now she's like the others. I can't contain the huge proud smile when I see the guy who started the fight declare the winner... My Scarlet. I can't contain myself anymore, I run towards her and squeeze her as much as I can, without hurting her of course, but enough to keep her safe. --- Don't ever ask me to go throu

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"

“The study. With ivory letter openers and globes and shit.” B tiptoed through the kitchen into the well-appointed foyer where he’d been greeted by WY’s mystical creature of a sister. The study sat on one side of the entryway, closed off by two double doors with ornate scrollwork. Carvings of snakes intertwined with fawns, men intertwined with women, and vines choking all of them ran from top to bottom. B put his hand on the doorknob and let his other hand run up the back of a snake wrapped around a woman’s torso. She was turned away from B, with her exposed rear protruding from the door. The pointed light of the headlamp reflected off of her backside. B let his palm rest on her rear and his

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

Her eyes, even from across the room, seemed to find Leo’s and hold them. Scarlet followed, a flame-haired Valkyrie. Where Jade was liquid, Scarlet was fire, sharp, defined muscle under alabaster skin dusted with freckles. A harness of red leather held her heavy breasts, and a matching thong disappeared into the lush copper curls at her apex. She smiled, a challenge, her teeth white and sharp.

Scarlet sprawled upon the cold floor—lips torn, face bloodied, skin marred with bruises. So this… this was pain. A torment so profound, no wolf of sense or strength could withstand it. But she was not healing. The wolfsbane had been laced deeply within her veins, and dark rituals had severed her from the spirit of her wolf. She was alone now—mortal in her suffering. “Hm,” Ravena murmured with quiet satisfaction, wiping her blood-smeared hands upon a linen cloth. “How well-deserved. After all the days I’ve borne your insolence, your petty words, your smirks—I can finally breathe freely, Scarlet.”

* The scar thrums, memories flooding him—Zara’s laughter, her hands guiding his claws during his first shift, her final smile before the tomb swallowed her. “Now!” Selene shouts. They surge their combined power into the scar. Golden-violet light erupts, a supernova tearing through the cavern. The Trinity howls, recoiling as Zara’s essence slips free, dissolving into stardust. But the Veil fractures, fissures spiderwebbing across the crystal walls. --- **Ryland’s Gambit** The tomb trembles, dust and debris raining down as Ryland ducks a shadow wolf’s lunge. Jarek’s spectral form flickers beside him, his dagger slicing through a tendril of mist.

Scarlet felt a tongue licking her face and opened her eyes to blinding sunlight. The tongue would not stop, and before she even looked over, she knew it was Ruth. She opened her eyes just enough to see that it was her: Ruth was leaning over, whining, and grew even more excited as Scarlet opened her eyes.

I nearly whimper when I feel comforting tingles dancing on my upper arms when Ryder rubs them doing his best to support me. “Try to keep her relaxed, she’s weak, but she’s healing, and they will be ok; Clover and Ruby protected them.” I brush Raven’s hair back and take a deep relieved breath when her breathing and heart rate even out. ‘Relax Raven, Clover and Liliana have us. We did what we set out to do,’ Ruby soothes, making me look up to see my sister’s lycan spirit, the same as I have seen Clover, only Ruby has red hair.

Scarlett muttered and turned around before lifting the sports bra that she was wearing before the food that he wanted. "You’re a witch." Theodore pointed out, but he dared not reach near her, respecting her privacy. Unlike werewolves, witches and vampires didn’t like nudity, so invading their privacy wasn’t a good idea. "I’m also a mother, smarty-pants," Scarlett responded. "And don’t forget your baby also has wizard’s blood in his vein." She snapped at him. Theodore didn’t say anything about that part. He had met her daughter, Raven, who was barely a year old. So he could guess how Scarlett could breastfeed Griffin.