Rwby Fire Novelas e Histórias

Because Elira wanted her and feared her. Crystal’s breath hitched as another wave of fire tore from her, hotter than before. It seared across the road, turning attackers to ashes. But even she stared at her hands afterward, shocked by the ferocity of it. You’ve never burned this hot, Aelira whispered, both awed and afraid. “I…” she gasped, but another wolf lunged, cutting off the thought. Ryder met the strike, tearing the enemy apart before the wolf’s fangs could touch her. His fur was stained with blood, his breath ragged. But his eyes never left hers.

My mother grins and I can guess that my father is listening and purring loudly in her head. “Come here,” she says, getting up and taking me to the window. I look outside seeing Liekki, Rhys, Nova, and Kendrick playing fireball. My father is crouched behind Aithne, his arms around her and his head beside hers as he tries to help her pull on her fire element. At six, and with the Lycan gene as her primary gene, the fire element isn’t as easy for her as it was for me and Rhys, but she has fire dragon in her, so she can wield fire like we do, just without as much power.

Raven ignored her, going to the tap with a glass cup and turning on the faucet as she said in one breath, "Mum, where's Armando? The one who cooks?" Annabelle turned to look at her daughter, and let her eyes sweep through her body. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Raven immediately gulped down the water, hissing when it didn't do anything to reduce the burn then put her hand under the faucet, splashing water on her face before groaning. "Why am I on fire?!" As she turned to face her Mother, there was an amused look on the older woman's face that weirdly irritated her. "What's funny?"

She moaned. “I’m actually immune to fireballs because Reynard used it on me during that battle,” Ryan said quickly. “And I absorbed it. So even if your show-off of a grandchild hadn’t come through, nothing would have happened to me.” Ryan suddenly groaned when a thought occurred to him. “But I guess the rest of you…”

No mercy. Only fire.

Goddess help me keep my cool and prevent me from snuffing this b*tch out right here, right now. “Only royal bloodlines can wield magic without using spells. Lucky me, huh?”. Flynn speaks up, while shooting fireballs at me. He shoots one after another. I try to dodge them, but they come in such quick succession that almost every single one of them ends up hitting me.

He glared at Drake who returned the hostility with same passion. "Why? You need another scar?" Drake asked with a smirk, "Aren't I enough for you?" "Try me!" Jayce sneered, hands already on his gun. "Jayce..." Julian called warningly. Jayce composed himself and muttered a sorry before going back to his earlier posture.

My eyes snap open and my hands are on fire. Silver fire. The flames curl around my fingers like vines, weightless and bright. They flicker with light, not heat, and my heart stutters. Everyone is silent. Rhea stares, eyes wide with something between wonder and fear. "She’s doing it," she whispers. The flames ripple higher, sliding up my arms. They don’t hurt. They hum. Like they know me. I breathe. And that’s when it all goes wrong. The fire flares, too fast, too much. It jumps from my arms to the air around me. Moonstones crack. Wind whips across the courtyard. I hear someone shout. Rhea’s voice calling my name. The Elders moving. And then-

Chapter Nine The fire spread faster than Raven thought possible. One moment it licked along the rafters, the next it was an inferno devouring the bones of the clubhouse. The air filled with choking black smoke, sparks raining down like fiery snow as every breath burned her lungs. “Get them out!” Reed roared, dragging two bleeding Fangs toward the shattered door. His voice was ragged but commanding, cutting through the chaos like a blade. Sabrina darted through the haze, half-carrying a younger recruit whose leg was mangled beyond recognition.

The curse pulsed painfully at her name, and he shoved it down, channeling everything he had into the gate. The light flared again , bright enough to blind. A wave of silver fire blasted outward, sweeping across the forest floor. Trees bent under the force. Stones cracked. The creatures screamed and stumbled backward into the shadows. One of them tried to force its way through anyway, its hand , long-fingered and bone-thin , slipping into the world like a nightmare made tangible. Ryder grabbed it. The creature hissed and thrashed, its skin burning under his grip. Ryder tightened his hold and yanked it forward, slamming its head into the barrier. The crack shuddered, the gate pulsing like a dy