The world of Remnant is home to many mysteries and myths. Y/N one of the very few who knew the truth was highly capable to combat these threats but everyone has their achilles heel. Raven Branwen, who women who stole his heart just so happened to be his but as the past is unfolded and new people come into his life, he will be forced to make a choice. To stand against evil, or stand against good - to stand against.. Both? Please do not read, if you have a problem with any of the following; • Strong Language • Gore and Violence • Mild/Crude Humour • Sexual Themes and References Disclaimers; - RWBY as a show and brand with its characters are all owned by RoosterTeeth. It was created and bought to life by the now late Monty Oum. - I do not own any images/videos used within this story unless explicitly stated otherwise. Names, places and people belong to RoosterTeeth but the plot is my own creation. - Y/N L/N as a character is completely up to the reader, I only chose the weapon and power you have, everything else is your imagination.

After being rescued from his mom by Taiyang, Y/N thought his life would be looking up. Wrong. It only got worse. Beaten everyday, forced to be in a toy chest at night, Y/N always thought he did something wrong. His thoughts of being the devil only amplified. Even after being hurt by them, he didn't want to hurt them. He then left that same day. He wouldn't be heard from again for years.

For as long as he could remember (y/n) Rose has been fascinated with fire. One day when (y/n)'s semblance manifests itself it catches the attention of a very powerful woman and her associates.

F/N was a weak and kind individual who always wanted to do the right thing, that changed when the one person he loved cheated on him leading to his sister's death. Now his true nature takes over and he wants to get his revenge on anyone who wronged him. Is it to late to save him from the darkness? I don't own rwby or any art used in this book. This story is not suitable for young readers or those who are snowflakes.

With his natural bad attitude there is no reason why every girl in Beacon Academy would be crawling over his feet. But not Weiss Schnee the heiress of the Schnee dust company. But what happen if-- "Hey! Where the hell are you taking me, (L/N)!" She yelled at him as he suddenly grab her wrist and drag her away from her teammates. "Shut up." He said and continue to her drag long with him. "Could you please let go of me!" She demanded. The male pulled her along of one of the empty classroom and trap her between the walls and slam his hands against the wall which traps her in between his arms. "What are you doing?" She stutters. Oh God, she hates that when that happens and why the hell would she stutters?! "I always wanted to do this." He said. Do what? She thought. That's when the (H/C) haired male pressed his lips against hers. Oh that . . . . And that's how the bad boy stole her first kiss. (Weiss Schnee x Male Reader) Created by: Everlark2k16.

My second story on Wattpad. Enter the shoes of (Y/N) as you're the new kid at beacon....well sorta everyone is a new kid since people are just joining now.... Anyways for the being the new kid you're causing a lot of attention your way. Mainly girl attention in matter a fact. Redone Chapters; Chapters 1-9 Chapter 17-18 New Chapters; Warning; Cursing, 1 Lemon Chapter

In history, there are stories of legends. Beings of great power and unmatched feats of skill, that their names inspire tales that are passed on from parent to child. However, there are some stories that are hardly told. Stories that have been wiped from history, so that no one will know of the horror that lingers over them everyday. A being so powerful and ancient, it surpasses the Deity Brothers. It has gone by many names: Death, the devil, Abaddon, Decay, the embodiment of corruption, the Great Nothing and so on. But to the few that have heard it's story and know of it's existence refer to it by one name... The Father

I was going to do a basic bitch vampire X rwby story, but then the gods of creativity struck me and badabing badaboom

One alone by a curse another alone by choice Find eachother and develop a bond beyond either of their original hopes