Romans & histoires Silver Rwby

Ruby whispers as she holds his gaze, her eyes filled with tears and I see the disappointment in her orbs. Silver lifts his head, exerting his dominance and power, “I was going to bring it up sooner.” “When?” Ruby snaps. “When you're long gone with your mate?” Silver, however, still keeps his head up and continues, “I owe you my deepest apology-” “Deepest– what the fuck!” She scoffs, shifting uncomfortably with a fist over her mouth. “You're not fucking sorry! You were going to carry on with this ceremony knowing fully well it'd be useless!” She's yelling and each word is filled with heaviness and it breaks my heart.

The second the silver touched her, her body betrayed her—weakness flooded her limbs, her wolf recoiling as her strength drained away. She clenched her jaw, refusing to cry out. A slow, deliberate step. Then another. Boris loomed over her, twirling a gleaming silver blade between his fingers. The edge glinted in the dim light as he lifted it, trailing the tip along her cheek with eerie softness. A sharp sting followed, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. Raven didn’t flinch. She met his gaze, defiance burning in her eyes. A soft chuckle echoed from the side.

Chapter 38 — Marking Rhea's POV [Mature Content Warning] The pain finally breaks. Like a wave crashing and then receding, it leaves me gasping on the stone. I look up. Ryker is staring at me. Not with concern. With wonder. I follow his gaze downward. Realize—I'm still in wolf form. But not the wolf I was before. My fur—it's silver. Not gray. Not pale. True silver. Shimmering. Iridescent in the moonlight.

I looked down. White. Not almost white. Not grey—the light was flattering. White, with silver at the tips of each strand of fur where the moonlight caught it, a coat that looked like it had been made to be seen exactly like this, at night, at the edge of still water. Large. My shoulders were level with the top of the reeds at the bank. My eyes in the reflection were storm-grey, the same eyes I had always had, but lit from somewhere inside in a way I did not have words for.

The theme was balance. Silver and gold ribbons fluttered in the breeze, strung between the delicate willow arches. Half the tables were decorated in warm sunrise colors for Ruby—coral, crimson, and gold. The other half, for Tyler, carried shades of twilight—indigo, soft blue, and silvery gray. Aurora arrived with both of her sons in matching cloaks of navy and white, Phoenix already trying to tug his off. Lucian held her hand more patiently but kept glancing around for the birthday twins.

nope this was caused by SILVER! It must have been a stupid silver blade that Jade had used, this was not good as I’m supposed to be trying to hold on as long as possible for Sapphire’s sake, but they played dirty and used silver which will drain my energy making me weaker with no access to Sapphire or her healing powers. ‘Hey, Aurora did I ever mention to you that we’re able to withstand silver!! Play it out though like its making us weaker and I’ll try to heal you on the sly.’ Sapphire giggled to me, no she never mentioned it but I’m very glad we are.

Tiny sparks — gold, the color of Ava's power but smaller, more tentative, the first uncertain light of a flame that didn't yet know how large it intended to grow — drifted from his fingertips and disappeared before they reached the ceiling. Ryder was not reacting. He was watching with perfect, practiced stillness, the same calm he'd given the concrete barriers on the east terrace the first time she'd leveled them. Then Stellan. A soft silver shimmer at the edges of his hands — not sparks, something slower, a diffuse radiance that pulsed once and faded. His silver eyes tracked it with the focused detachment of a scientist observing a result. Ryder said, very quietly: "There you are." Then Aur

“What does my wife get to do with this? Reverse the damn poison now!” “Please…” Was it just me or did Kian DaSilver just use the word please? Given by the brief silence and amused laugh from Ryker, I guess I wasn't the only one shocked. “I'm sorry, what was that?” “Where's the antidote? Tell me got it!” Kian scrambled around the room, throwing things on the ground then froze in his tracks when Ryker slowly raised up a small greenish bottle with a chuckle. “You mean this?” “Ryker…” Kian said, his voice careful and low. “Hand that over.”

Her small hands gripped her mother’s arms tightly, her gaze fixed on the fight. And then, it happened. The little girl’s eyes began to glow. Not gold like Damien’s. Not blue like Lyra’s. But silver—bright, shining silver, like liquid moonlight. Lyra gasped. “No… not now…” The wolves froze mid-attack, their snarls dying in their throats. The glow in Isla’s eyes spread into the air, a soft silver light that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. The snow glittered under it, the trees shivering as if touched by the moon itself.