Through The Eyes Of Ruby Novels & Stories

I had never, ever seen that look in his eyes before. All these years, whenever he appeared in public, his eyes were always cold, empty. And somehow, that pathetic little Ruby, had warmed them and filled them with color. How? What did she have that I didn’t? I stood there stiffly as they walked, their hands intertwined like they belonged that way. People bowed, petals were thrown, music played. This was the kind of grand entrance I used to dream of. Then she turned her head forward again and our eyes met. I didn’t move nor blink.

The carriage suddenly felt suffocating. Too quiet. Too small. Tears blurred her vision as she reached shakily between her legs to clean the blood still staining her skin. The sight made her stomach twist painfully. Her mind spiraled in too many directions at once. Fear. Humiliation. Exhaustion. And underneath all of it… something colder. Because for the first time since meeting Eugene, Ruby finally understood something terrifying. She was no longer afraid of losing him. She was starting to fear staying with him instead.

says Rex, looking at Ruby. Ruby hears Rex’s words. “He is talking about Hector. He had to kill the kids. No wonder he was so messed up, thinks Ruby. “No, Sir I will not make that mistake,” declares Ruby. Ruby walks over to Elizabeth and grabs her and pulls her close to her chest. “I will make it quick so you can be with your children again,” whispers Ruby. She bares her neck and just nods. Ruby's fangs extend and she sinks her teeth into the woman’s neck. She drains her quickly and hopes to ease her pain. Once she is done, she steps back to collect herself and wipes the blood away.

Ruby continued, her voice growing thicker with emotion. Isla could see the tears welling up in Ruby’s eyes, and a wave of compassion washed over her. She quickly looked away, not wanting to catch the same vulnerability that Ruby seemed to be struggling with. The raw honesty in Ruby’s words struck Isla deeply. It wasn’t just about the past misunderstandings—it was about the acknowledgment of how much those judgments had affected Isla, and the pain that came with recognizing it. Ruby had always been a figure of authority, but in that moment, she seemed human, just like everyone else, and Isla could see her desire for reconciliation.

Her face was not much different. Ruby didn't notice anything unusual. Her mother looked like she was just sleeping, even appearing healthier because the lipstick and blush added some extra color. Ruby's hand lifted, trembling but still able to touch the cold cheek. The sensation confirmed that it was all real. Ruby touched the closed eyelids, hoping to see if they were truly still, or if Ed was playing one of his long jokes. This could all be a prank. But that hope was impossible. The eyes remained still.

Ruby. The word whispered back to me. The way Drayan had said it, soft but edged with recognition. Like my eyes weren’t just mine, but something he already knew. I squeezed them shut, hating the thought. When I finally drifted into sleep, it wasn’t rest. I had a terrible nightmare. Dark, heavy ones. A woman with ruby eyes like mine, only older, sadder. Blood dripping from her lips. There was a blade connected to her stomach as she stared at me with pain.

Ruby added breaking the eye contact between her and Victor. Her body turned to walk away. But when she had taken a few steps, Ruby turned around and glanced at Victor who had his head down. "Do you still want to be there? Let's go to bed, I'm tired," Ruby said briefly. Ruby went back to walking first, without even turning around she knew Victor was following her from behind. She felt a little strange as her body passed through the living room that was filled with flowers given by Victor. Ruby looked back at Victor when their bodies had made it back into the room. Just silent and looking at each other, Ruby seemed to be trying to read and study Victor's mind. Eventually she gave up - and open

He is quiet now, but only because there’s nothing left to scream against. Ruby turns, and I notice the small change in her expression. Her eyes soften slightly, like a shutter opening just a crack. She looks at me, just for a second. She doesn’t say a word. But then her gaze flickers toward Aurora. The faintest smile touches Ruby’s lips. It is rueful, private, and meant to pass strength forward. She knows Aurora will live. She knows Aurora will live the life that she couldn't.

Third Person POV (Ruby). Ruby usually knew when she was having a vision the moment she opened her eyes. The more visions she had, the more obvious it became. They were like standing in the center of a TV, watching as events unfold before her eyes and she’s unable to do anything about them during the moment. She’s never stagnant in her visions; she’s learned in her second vision that she’s able to move around easily and explore the area a bit before she wakes up. She’s able to ask questions and get as much information as she can during the time she’s allowed.

And from those eyes I found a light of love that was so beautiful. "Let's eat first, honey. Afterward, then we'll see the bunker." "What's a bunker? I've never seen one in my life." "Later you will find out for yourself." Jack started his first mouthful of me. "Jack, people see," I whispered. "Let it go. They must also have felt loved and loved by their chosen one." "You are very romantic." "And hot, for sure." Jack chuckled. I pinched his arm spoiled. After eating, we walked to the bunker that Jack had meant. I was flabbergasted with amazement and sadness.