Vytal Festival Rwby Novels & Stories

He grabbed my shoulder, the immense strength of a young wolf yanking me backward. My balance shattered, and I tumbled down the stone steps. The back of my head struck a sharp stone, and blood gushed from the wound. Pain blurred my vision as warm blood streamed down my forehead. Wyatt instinctively ran toward me. "Faye!" Panic flickered in his eyes, and he lurched toward me. But then, a pained grunt sounded from behind him. Valerie crumpled to the ground, clutching her arm. "My old wound..." she gasped, her face pale. "Rory's power surge… I think it aggravated it…"

ALEXANDRIA Wyatt Frost was getting on my nerves. Headmaster Sora was sharing some last reminders, but Wyatt’s smirk was still embedded in my mind. Good luck, little chick? Why would he even say that? I shook my head and focused on the front, not wanting to miss out on any important reminders. “The Festival will be divided into five phases—Beauty, Brain, Brawn, Balance, and Boldness. Each will be represented by a game, and corresponding points will be awarded based on your rankings.”

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

He grumbled and stepped away from the kitchen. "Take out the plates and place them on the table, baby." He ordered whole finishing his banana, I huffed and pulled out the plates. A fake smile is plastered on my face out of annoyance. - "The forest?!" "Exactly, the forest will be your last mission before the graduation day." Raphael said after he took a month to rest, he still couldn't walk properly because of the poison that spread on his whole body, we managed to take out all the poison thanks to my magic but it did paralyze his legs for a while meaning that he won't be able to walk comfortably without the wheelchair.

Nyra Virellion “…and he actually called me a monster for how I finished all his tasks! He barely compliments anyone, so that felt amazing today!” I was chatting away with Vaerith, curled up on the couch in my big room. The lights were off and the doors locked tight. We talked for hours into the night. He didn’t seem to mind me worrying endlessly about his upcoming events— the big annual festival for all werewolves and lycans. It’s this symbolic celebration where we seek blessings from the Moon Goddess.

Ch. 71 Raya’s POV My heart was racing as we hurried outside, now hearing the commotion that was happening outside. When the castle doors flung open, my mind couldn’t seem to process what was happening. I was frozen in shock as I watched Wolves as black as night fight against our own. They were obviously from the Eclipse Moon Pack, only they weren’t alone, and it wasn’t vampires at their side at the moment. With them were wolves just as dark, only when the light hit them, hues of red would shine against their fur.

She leaned forward, touching one of her hands to my purple strands, then said in a reverent whisper: - Rathar. It can't be, Irina. You were accepted by the magic of the dead Rathar. But why? I do not understand. She looked me over carefully from head to toe, and then ordered: - Come on, throw your braid from behind your back to your shoulder. (I obediently complied with the request, not understanding what, in fact, was the matter.) Incredible! - I heard admiration in Varla's voice. I decided to look at my scythe to understand what caused such a strange reaction. And I saw: the tips, about ten centimeters, were painted red. Red! Yokarny to eat, but now I look like a decorated peacock! Wow, ti

She held on to the rock and furrowed her brows as her attack only made small cuts on the Wyvern's thick scaly body. But thanks to that attack, the Wyvern finally focused on her alone. "That's right, Caitlyn. Look at me. Only me!" Arai jumped high once again. It was time to release all her energy for the final strike. Right now, she had to bet! “HAAAAAAAAA!” But— RRRRRRRAAAAAAWR! Arai got surprised. A white flash was seen shooting from beside her. And before her ultimate strike landed on the Wyvern's head, she saw the figure who had just stolen her final blow.

"Meat is hard to find. This is a Vampire festival, so there will be different types of recipes mixed with blood. You might not like them." [Oh, then let's just scroll through the whole festival and eat at last from my special bag] He chuckled a little and held my hand. There are many things that I have never seen here. There is a game called Rog. There is a drink made with human blood with a slight mix of dragon's scale. It gives a magic rainbow color to the drink, and it's flammable. It is said that the drink will make you feel high, and the pleasure is immeasurable.

It was pure Reiki condensed into solid form, and it had the shape of a lifeform—a lotus! And that wyrm was its guardian! If Tia wanted the lotus, she would have to fight the wyrm. However, the ensuing echoes of their battle kicked up huge storms, which was how Yorba and the others quickly took notice. Naturally, Caleb noticed too, his heart sinking as he rushed to the heart of the heritage zone as well. "What's going on? Why am I sensing so many powerful auras from the vortex? They've given up on pretenses, haven't they?"