Ruby Red Novel Novels & Stories

HAYLEE ~<>~ While waiting for my test results and Xalen’s return to the palace, I dug into the one book that seemed to have held on to my attention and mind—Cursed in Crimson. Just like Flavia narrated briefly, the first red wolf was quite phenomenal and pitiful. Reading about her felt like torture because I could have sworn I was transported back in time to the era and place she existed. I could have sworn I felt every whip and lash she had to endure, even though she was powerful enough to destroy the entire realm.

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.

I braced my mind, my heart, and my soul before flipping page after page, its sound adding to the never-ending drumming of my pulse. And then I found it, written in a different ink compared to most of the journal entries. It was written in red, bloody dark red. As if Rowena dried any animal’s body just to let it be the ink that tells her story on her very special day. Slowly but surely, I read each word, letting my stomach digest it even though it protests and almost turning upside down. I will do this. I must do this. For it is only through her journal I can find the answers to my questions—

But, the human and the vampire always ended up sleeping in each other's beds after chatting until late at night. So Emmanuelle had to end up putting up thick curtains around her bed to ensure she would not get burned by the first rays of sunlight, despite her bewitched ring. There was nothing more terrible for a vampire than the day's first rays. And it was in this way that Emmanuelle had to redouble her efforts and imagination not to suffer. She had even made Bianca believe that she was suffering from princess syndrome, which was why her bed looked the way it did. The young Red Moon Alpha didn't know where to look and just stared at the precious wooden floor of the room.

Red, the final book in the color series. Following the events of Book 1, Green had completely changed into a different person. She was no longer a vampire but a being who had the blood of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and Dragons. The powers she had obtained coupled with the loss of her mate and the anxieties of being a mother to destined twins was enough to make her twisted. On one hand, she dearly craved revenge for her mate and on the other, she wanted to be a good mother.

Tradiskano whined. “If not for romance, then what is red for? Even a Febrez like me has no idea.” “Blood.” “Blood? Whose blood?” “The book says, ‘On the day of the glorious red wedding, the forsaken maiden sheds her blood to cover her white dress.” The two men of Febrez opened their lips in awe and tossed for their wine. - “Good for you, retard.” The attic in the palace of Morelli was cold and dark. Cassey who just woke up wiped the blood coming from her nose.

“Randell? What is wrong with you?” Caroline walked into the foyer, looking stunning in a red silk robe. The fabric clung to her like a declaration of ownership. She was holding a glass of wine, her expression one of cold dominance. In this house, Caroline was the one who moved the pieces. She had spent years whispering in Randell’s ear, making him believe I was a liability. She had turned every insecurity into a weapon. “I saw her,” Randell snapped, pacing the marble floor. His shoes echoed sharply, betraying his agitation. “I saw Vespera. She was with Ravindra.”

Without giving a response, he reached for his bag- a small brown leather bag that was placed close to him on the floor. “Here,” it was a novel, and that made her gaze narrow on it, then slowly, their eyes locked. She hesitated, staring at it longer than expected, but after his hand fidgeted due to staying in an uncomfortable position for long, she reached for it. “It should help,” it was Damon's baritone voice. “Hope in the dark?” She asked, with her eyes fixed on the novel and a hint of confusion playing in her eyes. “By Rebecca Salnit, yes,” he completed, and a sip of the coffee followed. “You should try it out.”

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

he taunted playfully in a high pitch voice and Mj lightly punched him in the shoulder. “Little red riding hood...very funny” she quipped and Dante pointed toward a large red book at the very top of the pillar. “It’s that one if you want to read the original by Charles Perrault.” Mj grinned sideways at Dante before using Theron’s power to zero in on the title of the book he had been pointing at. “Dante it says Le Petit Rouge….I don't speak french.”