Vytal Festival Rwby Novels & Stories

he inquired, a hint of surprise coloring his tone. I nodded, my lips curling into a confident smile. "Exactly." Without further ado, Ryle twisted open the lid of the water bottle and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Then, his eyes closed as he began to chant softly, his words carrying an enchanting rhythm. "Oh, witch of banyan, I am waiting for you, in the bedroom of the Prince of Frost Falls. Come. Come until the morning light."

Trav went over to her, concern on his face. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I do it all the time," she replied, shifting into her fluffy white wolf form. And before anyone else could say anything, she dove into the water. "See, I told you my mate would redeem herself." Trav gave Tyce a friendly punch in the arm. "She's fucking amazing!" "Let's not celebrate too soon. Who knows if she'll come back for us," Tyce responded. "Oh, she'll be back. You'll see."

she asked. Ryder nodded. “Yep, where fireflies dominate the crest of the mountain. You want to come with me?” Raeya hesitated. “But my brother strictly told us not to go away from the orphanage. Besides, there are lots of people outside. They might see us.” “Nah, you know me. We could go through the forest undetected, just as we had done before countless times with Jin.” Ryder was rather feeling confident. “Okay, I’ll go with you. But we have to just be quick. The festival is about to start,” Raeya reminded him.

The wind howled louder than before. My hair whipped across my face as the earth trembled beneath us. Shadows twisted through the trees like smoke, dark tendrils licking at the ground. My body felt like it was burning from the inside, like something old and angry was clawing its way out of me. Kelvin’s voice broke through the chaos. “Rachael!” he called, his voice strained with worry. “Fight it. Stay with me.” But I couldn’t. I didn’t even know what I was fighting.

she muttered, rubbing her temples. "Forget it. Eat up, then get dressed, Vanya. We need to go out. The Solstice Festival is only a day away, and you know it’s the biggest event in our kingdom. Every girl reaching her eighteenth year expects to receive her wolf during the ceremonies. And if you pray to the Goddess with enough faith, you might even find your fated mate." She sighed, her posture sagging as she set the tray down.

I said, “Because he’s not going to.” I turned back to Vrael, who stood watching us, amusement glittering in his crimson eyes. “Oh, I’m enjoying this,” he said. “Such love. Such devotion. What a waste.” He vanished again, reappearing inches from me. I was ready, had anticipated him to make the same strike. His hand shot out, but I curved swiftly. My body moved like it wasn’t mine, like we were dancing to a rhythm only we heard. I caught his wrist mid strike, twisted, and shoved him back.

Everyone in the castle has noticed this, as Callisto makes no point of hiding his disinterest. The twins nod to each other, and Vega slowly approaches in a sweet voice, “My Queen, would you like to go to the festival with us?” Rhea looks at Vega with bright blue eyes, glistening like sun-drenched waters. This brings a warmth to the Lycan's chest, who smiles sweetly. “Really?” Rhea leans in and takes Vega's hands, passing her gaze over her and Atria, “Can I really come with you two?” Atria gives a soft smile, and nods.

The girl stirred in her father’s arms and spoke weakly. “We need to go with them. There’s trouble… full moon… the veil… dead ones.” Theia mumbled and then became unconscious again. Her parents didn’t need more encouragement, they agreed to come with us. “Do you think you can teleport us all back?” I asked Gavrael. “I think so, I don’t think that power was affected or I wouldn’t have been able to bring us back from the volcano. It takes more out of me to do that than moving within this realm.” He replied.

Wraya sung out the words like they were all along memorised in his brain and he had that proud look on his face like he accomplished something great. “Wait there’s a flower festival here in Vesilios?” “Is that all you could ask after I gave you my genius idea? Where’s the praises? The hard earned pat on the back?” He gasped dramatically offended. “How come I’ve never heard of this mysterious flower festival? I mean I’ve been living here for more than a decade and I never saw any festival being held that too for flowers?” “Has it ever occurred to you that the case must also be because you’ve never felt like to set your foot outside, until the water fairy happened?”

White fire exploded in her veins. Veyra gasped, a cry tearing from her throat as a flood of sensations rushed through her—heat, pressure, light, wind, longing. It was too much, too fast. She saw flashes she didn't understand. A wolf standing beneath a red moon. A battlefield soaked in silver light. A name not yet spoken. Kael froze, stunned. "What...?"