Ruby Merah Novels & Stories

I dragged out the word in a warning tone. Aaron glanced his way; Dad met his gaze and they both smirked. I flicked my eyes back to the monitor, trying to remember what it was that I had forgotten. My train of thought had been disrupted, and now I had to think long and hard about the email that I was attempting to write. Then, like a smack on the head, I remembered. Ruby had wanted a snowflake-themed wedding, and she had searched all over the internet for an Ice queen tiara. I begged her to let me partake in some of the arrangements. As much as our mothers were handling things, I wanted to add my personal touch to the design. Silver was harmful to werewolves. That was why I had a replica of t

Bash was great with children but not so great with annoying teenagers. On the other side of the palace, Amira changed again, annoyed that her new outfit had been ruined within a few hours of wearing it. She was in the exact same style, this time in a garnet red colour, making her red eye appear more vividly. While Meredith and Lyra had been fussing over her, Amira had been focusing on separating herself from the pack mind link. It was nice to be a part of something, but also annoying.

Something was about to happen but what. “I guess it is time, my King.” Mercy pulled him out of his thoughts. He gazed at her and she gave him a tight smile. "Tell me who started this stupid custom?" Vladimir mumbled in a bored tone as he looked at the females dressed in different shades of red at which he barely managed not to scowl at them. Red was known to be the most desired color for a Vampire. Exotic yet enchanting. But seeing all the women dressed in red probably in trying to appear somehow appealing to Vladimir, the color lost its charm.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Blue is Ironfang," Mira said. "Red is Silverblood. Green is both." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes," she said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Mira took the map. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She walked out. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Zara sat at the desk for a moment. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: why isn't it all green.

It just exploded out, wild and pissed off. Except, this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shift. Nah. Her fur wasn’t the usual brown, gray, or black. Nope. She came out drenched in red—like, blood-red. The kind of red that makes you stare and forget how to breathe, burning crazy-bright under the moon. Yeah. The red wolf. The one from the stupid stories.

“You haven’t looked through everything in the shopping bags.” Upon hearing that, Remy let her go and went through the contents. He found the new underwear she bought. They were all red in color. “Are they all red?” Remy had never worn red underwear. His mom’s favorite color was red, so she dressed him up in that color very frequently when he was younger. As a result, he was traumatized by the color red. “You don’t like them? I like red. It’s dazzling. Look at my cars. I like buying red cars.”

"Just for the record. In my world we don't tolerate persons who doesn't know how to make a living but rely on the wealth of their parents to flaunt." The woman became pale with anger that she want to strike Ruby, but halted when someone who is clapping her hand cheering on Ruby's side speak "Very well said Ruby.You are not just as precious as your name , you are as fiery as the colour that represents your name."

She questioned. “I'm sorry, Lucas uttered.” ***** “There is a witch somewhere at Redmond pack in the East. She is trapped in a cave.” Queen Miranda said. “Was that the reason, yellow and red light were sparkling around the emerald waters.” Emilia questioned. “Yes,” Queen Miranda answered. “What does the red and yellow light stands for?” Jessica questioned. “Yellow stands for faint strength. It indicates that a powerful witch is gradually dying, and she is powerless at that moment, but can gain her powers back if only she's rescue on time.” Queen Miranda explained.

Emerson follows. "If you knew Rage as well as I do. You'd know he has no trouble getting it up or keeping it up; all night long." Emerson starts to run her hot pink fingernail down my chest. Remi's eyes turn icy pale lavender with black slits. Iridescent scales slide down her arms.

Or rather, the auras surrounding them. A rainbow of colors flows and mingles throughout the room. Reds like Sera's, oranges, yellows, greens like Thea's, blues in varying shades, purples, browns like Marcus's, and colors I don't even have names for. Some shimmer, some pulse, some twist and curl like living things. Each unique, each telling a story I'm only beginning to understand.