Rwby Fanfiction Ruby Time Semblance Novels & Stories

Those trouble makers. "Ah, yes." Ruby smiled broadly and seemed to be breathing more easily. “I was quite confused when it turned out that my missing sister came with you, while what I know... is that, you are with another woman. Ah ... now I understand. Then… I heard that you were going to have a mating game, is that true?"

Speaking of which, Ruby shifted into her second form and poured out a gush of water from her hands towards nothingness. “Chaze, mimic Ruby!” Rin shouts which caused me to do exactly what he said. I launched a strong wind attack in front of me and to my surprise it hit something. I poured more power and suddenly something shattered all around us. The fog was expelled as if it was being kept inside a bottle, as if we were in a bottle. Once it cleared several centaurs were standing around us. Me and Ruby quickly leaped back and joined each other with our backs together. We waited for them to strike but nothing happened. They just stared at us as if they were statues.

“Explain.” The object Zara had placed between them was a crystal shard, no bigger than a clenched fist. Inside its depths shimmered an image—clear, cruel, and undeniable. It was Ruby. Her stride, her smirk, her stance as if the world was a blade and she was already holding it. But her eyes—her eyes were wrong. Not gold. Not warm. They were deep, ink-black pits that caught the light only to swallow it whole. “She’s your reflection from the mirror realm,” Zara said quietly. “The one we thought didn’t exist.”

i sink onto the edge of Ruby’s mattress trying to breathe around the cold rush spreading through my chest. Ruby is fifteen. Fifteen, and planning to disappear. Not run away for a night. Not rebel for attention. Disappear. I scroll, my fingers numb. She’s planning everything with this boy—hotels, money, who will cover for her.its reckless desperate naïve…and terrifying. im still staring at her phone when the bedroom door suddenly clicks shut. Ruby’s footsteps. She stops in the doorway. her eyes widen just slightly when she sees me sitting on her bed.but its not the look of someone caught its the look of someone already halfway gone.

I turned my head to look at her, noticing the fear flashing in her beautiful blue eyes. “Maybe you should just find something to tell them as an excuse. I can’t go to this dinner with you, Seb,” she said, her lips quivering as if they were calling me to claim them. I hated to admit it, but Ruby was having an effect on me whenever I was around her, unlike any girl I’d slept with. The feeling was so strange that I couldn’t shake the sense that she could be my… 'She’s not our mate' my wolf suddenly cut in.

Little Ruby sat alone now, staring at the ceiling. The room around me faded and I found myself again still in the bathroom, my hands folded at my sides. I whipped my head around quickly and stalked out of the room hastily. When the suit opened up in front of me, I saw Brady sitting on the bed, rubbing slow circles on Ruby's back - who was hunched over, knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped around them in a secure circle. She drew in shuddering breaths, but Brandy was supporting her the whole time with slow, gentle movements. I wondered if they'd heard me enter the room, but my question was answered when Brandy spoke, obviously to me, "Can you get me some water. Ruby's talking as if she had

She saw Elena’s ghost raising a hand of light to strike me down, to sever the bridge forever. "Mother, stop," Ruby whispered. It is for your own good, Elena, the protocol replied. The Sovereign requires a vessel of logic, not a heart. "I am the Architect," Ruby said, her voice growing stronger. She stood up, her hand reaching for my shadow. "And the Architect decides the design. Nevan is the foundation. You... you are just the scaffolding. And your time is over." In the physical world, the Red Square began to tremble. The violet light from Ruby’s eyes shifted, turning from a cold, surgical neon to a deep, visceral purple—the color of royalty and rage.

Azerbel slowed to a stop a few feet away. Her expression calm. Her pulse anything but. "What are you doing?" She didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to. The question landed heavily enough on its own. Ruby's eyes shifted toward her. No surprise. No embarrassment. No guilt. Instead, her fingers tightened around Raven's elbow. The boy stumbled slightly as she yanked him closer. Protective wasn't the right word. Possessive felt closer. "What does it look like?" Ruby asked. Her voice remained unnervingly calm.

For the first time, Ruby wasn’t just an authority figure; she was a mother, reaching out with honesty and vulnerability. Isla hardly blinked as she listened to everything Ruby was saying. She was completely absorbed in the conversation, feeling the weight of Ruby's words settle deep within her. But then, as if to further break the emotional distance between them, Ruby reached out and gently took Isla's hand in hers. The warmth of Ruby’s touch was unexpected, yet comforting. Isla felt her breath hitch when Ruby squeezed her hand, an unspoken plea in that simple gesture. It was as though Ruby was asking her to let go of the past, to allow herself to open her heart again. The simple act of hold

She looked mysterious and alluring, in that moment. As I ponder at this moment, my hands leaning with the concrete walls, I realized there was something alluring about being up here in the dark with Ruby. A secret intimacy that came from sharing this moment together outside of normal life. I glanced over at her. Her profile was highlighted by the glow of her cigarette, her eyes focused on the forest below. "What are you doing up here?" I asked finally, breaking the silence. Ruby took a long drag from her cigarette before answering. She paused, as if considering her answer, "Thinking. Escaping for a while from a dangerous scene I had ventured earlier at the circus,"