Yandere Rwby 소설 & 이야기

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

But Frost noticed almost immediately. Without uttering a word, he moved closer to her, and he covered her hands with his. He turned to her, and cupped her cheeks in his hands. His eyes peered into hers intensely, and in that one glance, a thousand words must have been spoken between them. I felt a flicker of something unfamiliar. I was curious, and baffled at the same time. I was taught to believe that werewolves were volatile, emotional, weak, naive. But here was Rya who was a complete contrast to the things we were forced to believe. She was different.

She rolled her eyes, Rhye being this sweet was like knowing that women didn’t want a partner that could communicate feelings or sympathize with emotions; they just wanted someone who could bench press twice their body weight, and that was a fact. Thanks to Hollywood's romantic Christmas movies. Sometimes she wanted to blame those movies. Women expect too much yet she was not complaining now. But she knew, werewolf males were like some hot male leads in a romantic novel where the handsome man was over six feet tall, had dark hair, tattoos, and so much testosterone-inflated muscle that he had to walk through doors sideways and who talked less. Not to mention that Alpha Rhye was superior to any

Both of them were hardcore soldiers. “Then I should drink until I drop,” Ryder said as he immediately gulped down the glass that was set before him. The bartender looked at him with her dazzling eyes and licked her mouth. She was strikingly hot with her fitted low cut dress but Ryder took no interest. Being with Raeya for a decade had already driven out any feelings of him towards the opposite sex, especially now that their contract had been broken. “He really does look like Ryder Radstille.” The girls had come back with more whisperers. All of them wore the same style of clothing that was common for girls in a bar.

Raedwulf Lykaon said and started to advance towards her in a prowl that appeared to agitate the girl further. "Come close and find out then," she said in an angry growl. I almost smirk. She might be small and scared but she was also feisty— all the traits that were clearly endearing to Raedwulf Lykaon. I could feel his excitement as he tried to take control and tame her but it didn't look like the girl was going to relent easily.

I saw her and my ex mate spill that drink all over you " "Who's your ex? " I quized in curiousity. " Morgana , the white haired wolf. " " She's a winter wolf descent." He explained . "She's pretty right?." I nodded in agreement . " Too bad her attitude doesn't suit her face." I smiled. He looked at me and we both laughed . "In there felt stuffy, I came out to unwind." "Parties are not really my thing." He said. I was thrilled to find someone who disliked parties as much as I did.

Anne assures me by squeezing my hand again. “ I was only saying… ” Giana grumbles. “ But did he really kill his mate? How can someone do this? ” I wonder out aloud. “ He is not someone. ” Anne’s eyes twinkle with a unique glint. I blink at her in confusion. “ He is Ryker Ambrose after all. ” Her voice lowers to a mere whisper. I tremble in my spot. And my heart skips another strange beat as if I can sense something beyond my understanding.

Wanda asked, witch's fire crackling around her fingers as she waited for the attack. Rhychard stared at her a moment, the contradiction in the image he looked at catching him off-guard. Here was this sweet, elderly woman with power at her fingertips, ready to do battle against the Unseelie. By far, it was the oddest thing Rhychard had ever seen.

One thick girl she is. "If you touch my friend..." "What are you going to do?" I smirk. "I love dare, you see." My gaze was level with hers, blue to black. Something seems off in her gaze. She doesn't look human, yet she's not a wolf My brow raises, what's she then if she's neither? "C'mon, Rina," Isobel grabs her elbow, shaking her gaze away from me. "What do...what do you want...you want from me, Javier?"

As she flashed the men before her a bright smile, she scanned them from head to toe. “Xain Judah… Samarth Carter… Yandel Harlow… Everyone’s here, I see. Did something happen?” The woman in red leather armor giggled. Xain stood up and introduced her to James. “James, this is Wynter Freya. You may not know about this, but her original form is a phoenix. As such, she possesses enormous strength.” “A phoenix?” James froze. As if having sensed his thoughts, Xain said with a smile, “Of course she’s slightly different from the phoenix of the Four Holy Beasts.”