Merah Ruby Novels & Stories

He quickly relocked the sliding panel and returned to the opposite side of the case as Dax walked over to join his family. “This is a borrowed suite from one of our sister locations in Beverly Hills,” the man began as he carefully lifted a small part of the necklace with the tip of his fingers. “You have a good eye, sir. This is a 100 carat Burma ruby set. The color is what we call pigeon blood red. It’s an amazing task to get so many stones to match. Beautiful, isn’t it?” “It most certainly is,” his dad agreed. “Since it’s from another location, is it for sale here?”

Irene sighed before making an attempting to answer the question, "I am sorry, I have heard such word before, but I don't you can ever live without Loving. Love is a sweet thing. It even matters to you most especially. You haven't turn to wolf, then who knows maybe falling in love, thinking about his nude would make you shift just immediately." " I am not a kids, darling. I know but nothing to think about his heaven smelling body, I am sorry. I want you to go and tell him, if he wanna fuck and ruin My life more. Let him come. I'll open my legs for him to rape me again. Until if he gets better and good for him. I don't care about him again." Ruby replied. Ruby had never spoken this way before,

the announcer said with vigor. As soon as the cloth came away, the brilliance of a stone the size of a small child’s closed fist came into view. The red ruby – a Shadow Rune’s spirit stone - was a sight to behold! It was the first time I was finally seeing one in the flesh. It glowed surreally with a blinding light, flickering as if it was engulfed in flames. I held my breath. It looked far too beautiful and far too bright to be an ordinary stone…

I quickly put on a pair of silver jewelled heels before sitting down and watching the chaos in the room around me. "where is Ruby!?" Her maid exclaimed. "screw her" Karina chuckled. Karina was wearing a blood red velvet gown, it hugged her body perfectly, the back opened yet covered with black lace. Her Raven hair was placed in a loose bun. A girl rushed through the door before quickly sitting at her vanity. Ruby I assumed. Her bleached blond hair looked familiar, I'd seen her in the queue on audition day. It sat pin straight around her shoulders, barely needing to be touched. She began applying makeup as her maid brushed her hair. Her eyes caught mine in the mirror before she turned a weird

“Witches—attack spells, now! Summer—light thingy! Charlie—shield up! Anyone else got long-range powers?” A round of no’s. We brace for impact. Megaera crashes down on us in a fury of claws and rage. Just before she makes contact, a blinding white light streaks past me and slams into her side. She shrieks, veering off course. I turn—Jared stands beside me, another orb of sunlight forming in his hand. Not like Summer’s light bomb that silenced the world first—this is pure, radiant power. It looks a lot like Rowen’s healing light.

Why should Yuki? Feelings of outrage, hatred, sadness, pain, regret, despair, resentment, and all other emotions now mingled in his mind! He was extremely furious! Angry at himself, angry at his helplessness and hatred for those people! The people who have robbed Yuki from him! Angry at the fate that was playing with them! Irritated. Those negative feelings continued to fill his mind and heart for a while before finally, only emptiness filled his soul. It was raining, just as Yuki breathed her last.

And since when did Ruby become the particular color in his life. In his gray world, only Ruby is colored and glows to the touch of his heart. Ruby was the reason he smiled, the only person who made his happy and now Ruby’s gone. The only color in his life has gone and belongs to someone else. Now his world is so colorless, monotonous that it feels like he’s numb. Right now Alex has lost his heart, so he can no longer feel anything.

“How do I open it?” “One condition.” She shook her head slowly, her fingers tangling around each other, knuckles white. “Just… tell me.” A second of silence passed, then another. The air dipping with every second that passed. I released a small breath, kneading the crease between my brows. “A blood ruby is an ancient jewel infused with the blood of a witch.” I started, watching as her posture straightened, her body unconsciously leaning forward. “The blood acts as some kind of compass, a gateway from one point to another.”

I wasn’t in the habit of damaging things I meant to use. “You… burned,” she said after a moment, voice small. She glanced at my hand like it offended her. “When you touched it.” I turned my palm over, flexing my fingers. A faint, angry red circle still lingered where the symbol had seared my skin. Not a normal burn. No blister, no broken flesh. Just a mark, like the ghost of a brand that didn’t belong to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. It wasn’t nothing. Across from us, in the front passenger seat, Rian twisted slightly to look back. Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying.