Ruby Merah Novels & Stories

She pointed to the forest. “Flowers are mostly red and shades of red…” Mira smiled “So, I can’t use that as well…” “Same goes for other colors.” Mira pointed at the sun to explain excluding yellow.

I still believe in an Almighty Creat- "My lady, would you like to try this one?" A female merchant suddenly exclaimed from our back, perhaps noticing how my gaze lingered on her hanging unique dark red dress seemingly made of either Ruby, Red Spinel, Rubellite, Red Diamond, Carnelian, Garnet, Jasper, or any gemstones that are gorgeously red. It is amazingly and breathtakingly designed and cropped into swirling flowers in a nude-looking dress as a base. I, of course, wasn't able to ignore such sublime artwork so I let my eyes feast on it. But I, unfortunately, know how these eye-catching dresses hold a precious spot on the most expensive product in the market. So I didn't even bother asking a

I asked, my hand grabbing a clean piece of paper and a writing stick ready to dive into work. “Gold, white and green. These are our theme colors in general. You may add blue and black.” Brum said as I shook my head. “And what do red, black and dark purple symbolize?” I asked Brum, the pen between my lips, my teeth picking and chipping at it now and again. I watched as he sat up, an eyebrow raised with him serious again, all the shame gone. “Did Mary write those colors?” He asked as I nod my head.

Eyes roaming around, she picked a red one from the bulk where it was kept. “In RedShire Hunters Academy, we have blue uniforms, red, yellow, green, and purple. All of them have their meanings and reasons. Red is a color representing braveness, boldness, strength and at the same time, death.” A shudder went through Minerva's body as she listened to that last part. “But how do you know I'm brave or bold? I haven't come here before—”

Sameri doesn’t want to be cold, but circumstance made it so. Sameri forced herself to her feet, she couldn’t sit and sulk in her room all day. She made her way across the spacious room. It was decorated in dark wood, accented with black and red. Colors of how her life was lived. Black for how dark her soul had become, red for the aggressiveness. Upon reaching the red velvet curtains she ripped them open letting the light pour into the room. She repeated the same process until the whole room was lit with moonlight.

Drishti said, pointing at the two. "How does that matter? Red is just red," Shravan said, buttoning up his shirt. "No way. Red is not just red. There are different shades of red, like apple red, garnet red, scarlet red, wine red, blood red, merlot red..." "Okay, okay. That's enough. Go for the cherry one," Shravan said, choosing a random one offhandedly. "Oh! But wouldn't crimson red look better on me?" Drishti said.