Ruby Red Novel Novels & Stories

Haley It seems blood red wolves have used this book as a journal and it gets passed down to the next one. The last entry is from the fifties. I can’t believe what I am reading. This has got to be some sick joke right? ‘December 1952 A dark witch has successfully created a potion that will make a blood red wolf obedient to her master. There is no known cure at this time. My mother is lost, gone and I’m never going to get her back. Blood red wolves beware, trust no one. I have gone into hiding deep in the woods where no humans or wolves live. It’s a hard life but at least I am free.’

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

I wasn't going to let them kill me this way, with those thoughts, I pressed my teeth against my tongue about to commit suicide. But red haired acted faster, she held my mouth, plucking my tongue and placing her finger on my teeth as she said, “ Don't bite. Don't you dare?” “ She wants to die?” Brunette asked, confusion evident in her eyes. “ Why would you want to die?” The blonde asked in confusion, pulling her hands out of my insides and seating up as my toe slid out of her juicy cunt. “ Oh God. That was a nice ride.” She walked up to the spot that the other two were at, she looked at me, sighing as she pushed the rest of them away, “ She's bleeding.”

He pulled on a jacket and headed outside. I headed back to the living room, where I spied the tattered novel Ruby was reading. Curious, I picked it up and read the first page. The third paragraph included big boobs, a wet pussy, and three throbbing cocks. My eyes widened, shocked at how blatant the eroticism was. Given the way Ruby had acted with the three of us, I didn’t expect her to be reading anything quite so… explicit. I read more, fascinated. “Hey.” I looked up to find Kurt watching me. “What?”

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She extracted a brown book with hard covers, the book had little ink writings, and contained mainly signs and drawings. She flipped the pages, going past the drawing of a locket. Almost reaching the end of the book, she ran her finger over a particular sentence written in another language and stood in front of Ruby at a presumably safe distance. Odessa began her incantation, she repeated the line severally. The candle went off as Odessa's voice rose, and the wind outside the Cabin grew a little stronger. Ruby began to wriggle as her body went blue like a lamp, then glowed green.

Arpit and I are fond of novels, while he loves to read horror, I am a mystery-thriller fan. I was unwrapping the parcel when Aunty called him and he went to her, telling me to keep his books in his room. The books were 5 while I remembered ordering only 4. I thought to check why I have received an extra book. Horrified by the revelation, the book was The Red Journal. I thought I was hallucinating. I picked up the red book and stood in front of the mirror. It was not my hallucination, it was real, just like me.

He was Rosalind's brother and quite welcome here. "Well then, come sit by this fire. I just finished my novel and was planning to retire soon. I'd be happy to lend it to youif you enjoy novels, that is." She returned to her chair and picked up her book, then came back and placed it in his hands. "It's one of my favorites." He stared at the title. "Lady Jade's Wild Lord? Thank you." It was an L. R. Gloucester novel, a torrid Gothic novel, and he was staring at it with a reverent expression that tugged at her heart. Like a man who hadn't held a book in his hands in years.

It hit my shoulder before dropping to the floor. I barely felt the pain. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Perfect,” I muttered. “Just what I needed.” I almost ignored it. But something about that book caught my eye. It wasn’t like the others. The cover was deep red—so dark it looked almost like dried blood in the dim light. The edges were lined with gold that had faded with age. I frowned and bent down to pick it up. It felt heavier than it looked. When I turned it over, I noticed something strange.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."