Ruby Merah Novels & Stories

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

Angelo asked. "We need a theme. Like an opening for it." "Ruby red will be good. It will go smoothly with the jewelry and the project. We need something mature and pretty, something that will speak to all ages, and not just one," I suggested, having decided during the creation of my jewelry to use Ruby red as the tone. It works so well with my design and would be effective in attracting all sexes. "I doubt that. Ruby Red doesn't seem that good. Black should match as well. It will also go with the latest suit design we intend to launch, along with your jewelry. I believe this will suit our project more than the Ruby red you proposed."

Why did the water turn red with its blood and then turn back to normal again? Ruby too stood up. She was looking beyound the battle field. Staring inside towards the Castle of the mer-Queen. " Ruby... " " The colour of our blood is red . But due to save our waters from getting murky with red eberytime someone got injured, the natural phenomenon here absorbs the blood and turns it into water. However... " " However what? " " However if there is too many murders in one stop. Too much blood for the natural forces to turn it back to water, the stains appear. The water gets nurky and everything starts getting stained into red.

Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings. I began to live under his protection. In those five years we'd been together, we spent countless nights in this rose manor. And he would tell me he would marry me at the end of each one. But it wasn't until now that I realized his promises were worthless. He had given me nothing except the bracelet. False prince, false love, and poor roses... Before the tears fell, I broke the bracelet that didn't really fit. Jeffrey could never keep roses. There were two days left. Then Dad would arrive.

My mind roves back in time to being in that terrible fortress with all of those ghostly, unmoving people in their gray cloaks. “Not gray.” I shift from foot to foot. “I apologize.” “The official colors of Meridem are yellow and crimson,” she offers. I suck my teeth and sigh. “Butter yellow, and a softer red is fine.” She nods and begins to turn out of the room, but stops, her hand resting on the gilded doorknob. “Ma’am?” “Yes?” “If you’d like… if it’s appropriate…” “Yes?” I press. Little lines of unease crease between her brows.

Aleena’s POV . Because of the date now, I had to unpack two of my bags and take out all the red dresses which I had with me. If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent

But its tail, made up of feathers longer than its body, was what the witch admired most. Dhara's mouth was wide open, and her eyes shone with wonder at the creature that had appeared in the sky. The witch's usually haughty expression had completely disappeared, replaced by childlike joy. "They call it the Ho-o," murmured Augustin, unable to tear his gaze from the young woman's face. "Is this the Vermilion Bird?" asked Dhara in a whisper. "No, it is not. Ordinary mortals confuse them, but I assure you that the Vermilion Bird lives up to its name. Look, this one has feathers of different colors..." the vampire patiently explained.

I ask, "What are the colors?" "Gold for Fae/Fairies. Brown for Lycan/Werewolf. Blue for Merpeople. Green for Witches and Warlocks. Red for Vampires. Purple for Dragons. Black for Zombies/ Ghouls/ Goblins/Demons. White for Angels. Yellow for Humans and Pink for Nephilims/Giants." Whoa, I've only read about things like this!

They weren't green or black. They were burning red.

Did his memory come back a little? “Enter our village, but be on your best behavior. We will tolerate no more bloodshed… Violet Ruby, welcome home.” A voice echoed within the trees. Glowing lights that floated next to the trees guided our path. “Ladies first.” Rin spoke, to which Ruby remained still for a moment before it registered that he was talking to her. She was still in shock from what Rin just did. So was I. I followed close behind Rin as we allowed Ruby to take the lead. We walked a bit more and soon saw the village. It was filled with shifters that had nine tails and fox ears. Surprisingly there were a good number of them. They made the ruby wolf pack look like a small gang. This p