Rwby Fire Novelas e Histórias

His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex. He ended the kiss too abruptly. I felt hot and uncomfortable as soon as his warm lips left mine. I was going to need to change out my underwear for some fresh ones. Austin held on to me tightly, resting his head against my shoulder. Then, he said slowly, "If I improve again next time, can I get another wish?" I could guess what he was going to say next. I gulped anxiously. "I want to be inside you." I looked into his eyes and realized that I'd found my answer. My eyes turned watery as I nodded at once, leaning forward to kiss him again.

“Raven, what are you—” “I need to give the rogues a head start.” Without another word, she summoned the fire deep within her. Heat surged through her veins, and she lifted her hand, channeling all of her energy into a burning mass. With a fierce flick of her wrist, she hurled the fireball at the ground. Flames erupted in an instant, roaring to life, creating a wall between them and Boris’s wolves. Boris skidded to a stop, snarling as the fire blazed in his path.

“What the—” Before Ember could finish her sentence, Raverine already dragged her outside through the back exit of the store. Raverine went back inside the store and lit a match. The fire slowly ate the whole store and when Raverine went back to Ember’s side, she gave him a skeptical look. “Your gun…” Raverine said and gave her gun, ignoring her question. Ember quickly pulled her gun from his hand and point it at him. “How the fuck did you do that?”

“Nice to finally meet you. Don’t worry. I’ll go easy.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please. Give me everything you’ve got.” Lyra cupped her hands around her mouth. “GO JULIE! BURN HIM! …Well, not literally, since he’s fire… And he’d probably like that. OKAY, PUT HIS FIRE OUT!... Metaphorically, okay, you know what I mean!” Warmth spread through my chest at her support. The match began. Rikar launched the first attack—an explosive fireball soaring toward me.

“Dodging is for losers! Let’s dance, you jerk!” Bryan’s eyes began to glow, a faint orange light emanating from within, like coals stoked to life. The air around his hands wavered with heat. “You serious?” Arnold’s eyes went wide, his bravado evaporating as he saw the genuine power coiling in the smaller teenager. “Wait, man! Hold on!” Bryan’s fiery gaze locked onto him. “Then, since you’re so serious about this dance…” He raised a hand, a compact, searing fireball beginning to form above his palm. Then, it sputtered and died with a faint puff. The glow faded from his eyes. He stepped forward and tapped Arnold’s forehead with two fingers.

Just for a breath. Just long enough for doubt to claw its way into her ribs. Then the bond pulsed — Rowan’s fury searing through her, Lucien’s hunger sharpening her instincts. The two currents collided inside her chest, raw and electric. Her hands lifted. Light erupted. A blast of gold and silver burst outward from her core, shaking the hollow. Wolves howled as frost raced up their legs, freezing them mid-stride. Witchfire scattered and died against a shield of flame that wrapped around her like living armor.

Suddenly, a roar echoed from the volcano, which startled them. A gigantic fire dragon came up with blazing eyes. It growled and glared at Joaquin and his fire dragon. The gigantic fire dragon attacks them with breathing, an ample amount of fire. Joaquin’s fire dragon also breathed fire to counter the attack, and it exploded. Clouds of smoke erupted. "Woah!" Bryle exclaimed and gasped at the scene above. A fire dragon versus fire dragon!

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

I’d make sure she understood exactly what she’d be dealing with if she dared touch anyone I cared about. “Get behind me,” Aries growled, suddenly at my side. But I didn’t move—not an inch. My blood was pumping. Not from fear, but from something deeper. Wilder. It was like a call. My veins felt hot, like my body had been thrust into a furnace. Another attacker hurled a fireball into the field. Robin leapt forward, shifting mid-air into his wolf form and tackling the man to the ground with a massive paw. The flames fizzled out on the scorched grass, hissing like vipers.

It smashes against the doorframe, right in the center of the rushing mob. FWOOM. Liquid fire sprays everywhere. Men scream. They drop their weapons, batting at the flames engulfing their legs and chests. The doorway turns into a wall of fire. "Hold the line!" Drakon shouts, firing into the smoke. But they aren't stopping. They are pushing through the fire. They are climbing over the burning bodies of their brothers. A Reaper bursts through the flames, his arm on fire. He raises a submachine gun. He sprays the room.