Silver Rwby の小説・ストーリー

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.

the computer voice droned. Four silver soldiers slid out from a nearby building. They didn’t walk—they rolled, fast, on wheels built into their feet. Their glass faces caught the starlight. “I’ve got them!” Raven shouted, leaping forward. Her arms, laced with gold wires, moved faster than thought. She didn’t stab—she just pressed a hand to the first soldier’s chest. The silver armor melted away, spilling off like water. Underneath was a guy in a t-shirt, blinking in shock.

"Fine. Give me the weapon." Juvien’s massive white paws twitched in her sleep while a low, unconscious growl rumbled through the tether at the mention of Clara. Riven reached into the swirling mist without another word and drew out a blade made of pure, solid silver light. It hummed softly in the silence, sharp, hungry, and cold as death itself. I wrapped my fingers around the hilt as the silver burned against my palm, but I held on tighter. Let Damien mark Clara if he wants. When I get back, he’ll see exactly what happens when Sienna stops running.

Queen Serena questioned. Before Brielle had time to think, a loud BUZZ! startled her. “Ryker?” The Queen asked. “Lyko’s of Athen’s.” He answered, earning himself a nod from the Royal. “Question nine,” The Queen began as she skimmed her eyes over another card passed to her by Jacques. “When did it become apparent that silver could be used to injure wolves?” BUZZ! River and Brielle locked eyes for a moment as they both pressed the buzzer at the same time. Amusement flickered in River’s blue orbs as he observed the frown on his mates face.

Veronica I fell into darkness, but it wasn't empty. A forest materialized around me, ancient and vast. Moonlight filtered through leaves that shimmered like silver coins. My feet touched soft moss, and I realized I could stand without pain. My body felt whole again, strong. Then I saw her. A silver wolf, magnificent and glowing, stepped out from behind a massive oak tree. Her eyes were the same shade as mine, amber with flecks of gold. I knew her instantly, even though she'd died giving birth to me.

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

Lisa stood with a clearly irritated face crossing her arms under her chest. We stepped into the ring. He's large, strong and well-experienced but he underestimated me. He might thought it was easy to defeat a female wolf. He should at least keep in mind my bloodline. Silver wolves are naturally strong compared to others and I'm third generational pure blooded Alpha. I put him down in minutes. People gathered around us and were cheering for Bran kept quiet. I saw the shocked or scared Lisa in the front line. That gave me the bloody satisfaction.

He doesn’t make it easy. Instead, it makes my eyes sting. I push myself up slowly, biting back a hiss when my ribs protest. The room tilts—just a little—and Soryn’s body shifts, barely, like he’s ready to catch me without touching me unless he has to. My fingers wrap around the glass. The water is cool, clean, perfect. I drink like I’ve been dying. When I lower it, my hands are shaking. Soryn’s gaze drops to them and something dark tightens in his face. He looks away like he doesn’t want me to see it.

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.