Novels by Author Ruby

Klein hadn't been prepared for the way Betty slowly unwrapped herself, as though she knew every step of the unveiling would break down his defenses. First the shirt—each button undone with a languid flick of her fingers, her smile hovering somewhere between innocence and provocation. When the fabric slid off her shoulders and dropped to the floor, her breasts swung free, heavy and firm, the nipples already taut like ripe cherries begging to be tasted. His throat tightened with a loud gulp he couldn't hide, and he instinctively leaned back, as though distance could soften the shock. She only rewarded his retreat with a syrupy smile, lowering her hands toward the waistband of her skirt. The button popped open, the zipper slid down, and she pushed the garment past her hips with a teasing roll, showing off the curve of her mound barely contained in a whisper of pink fabric. His eyes tracked every inch of bare skin revealed. And then, without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into the thi

Alex's ears rang. His vision flickered between light and dark. Slowly, cautiously, he blinked his eyes open. His body trembled—but he was still upright. Confused, he looked down. His left arm was outstretched, palm open. Smoke curled from his skin. His hand throbbed with pain, but… he had stopped it. The blast had dissipated against his palm. "What…?" he whispered. "What just happened?" The hall erupted in whispers. "He blocked it—" "With one hand!" "That was Klein's strongest move—how…?" Klein himself stared, his face unreadable. For the first time since the duel began, doubt clouded his features. Alex blinked at his palm, then at the silent students, then at Klein. "Does that mean… I won?" Klein's jaw tightened. He exhaled slowly, then turned his gaze toward the orange-haired girl who had provoked this in the first place. "You heard him. He won. Leave the boy alone." His tone was clipped, frustrated, and before she could reply, he turned on his heel and left the hall. "Kle

After settling into his room, Alex showered and changed into the dark uniform provided by the school. The clothes felt stiff against his skin, like armor, though he knew they couldn't protect him from what this place demanded. He decided to walk, to breathe, to make sense of his new environment. His steps carried him toward the round building he had seen earlier: the practice hall. Inside, the air was thick with the sound of steel clashing, feet pounding, and voices barking corrections. Second-year students trained in small groups, blades flashing under the dim torchlight. But the instant Alex stepped in, movement ceased. One by one, heads turned. Eyes bored into him with suspicion, hostility… hatred. Even Klein stopped mid-swing, lowering his sword to watch Alex. 'Why are they staring? Am I not supposed to be here?' Alex wondered, heat prickling at the back of his neck. "Is that one of the first-years?" a girl's voice cut through the silence. "You don't need to be told," anothe

The loud chime of a massive iron bell echoed across the auditorium, rattling the bones of every student present. The sound forced its way into their heads, and in that instant, blades froze midair, fists stopped inches from their targets, and all fighting ceased. "One hour has already passed," the mechanical voice announced, booming with authority and no trace of compassion. "Let the survivors stop fighting and leave the auditorium immediately." The iron-bound doors at the far end of the hall creaked open, groaning as though reluctant to allow anyone out. One by one, the battered and bloodstained survivors staggered toward the light. The floor was slick with crimson, the walls painted with streaks of panic, and the silence left behind was heavier than the chaos. Outside, standing like judges awaiting a verdict, were the Dean, Derek, Kelvin, and several other teachers. Their expressions ranged from cold indifference to hidden satisfaction. Kelvin's breath caught when he saw Alex an

"Then… do you know whose soul it is?" Alex asked, his voice low but firm, though his chest tightened with unease. The young man sighed as if the question were a burden and slid his glasses back over his unsettling eyes. "I don't," he said simply. Relief washed over Alex like a cool breeze. He exhaled heavily, though he tried to mask it with a faint smirk. "Then your ability isn't all that great after all," he said, forcing confidence into his voice. "If there's nothing else, I'll like to take my leave. My friends are waiting." Without giving the man a chance to respond, Alex turned sharply and walked out of the office. He could feel the man's gaze boring into his back until the heavy door closed behind him. Outside, Kelvin and Raphael were waiting, both wearing anxious looks. Kelvin stepped forward the instant Alex appeared. "What did he say to you?" he pressed. "Nothing out of the ordinary," Alex replied too quickly. His tone was flat, meant to close the subject, though a fai

"Nightfall Academy is nothing like the old school, so we must be careful when we get there," Kelvin warned, his tone sharp as he settled into the passenger seat of Derek's car. Alex and Raphael sat in the back, each with their own thoughts. Alex leaned against the window, watching the blur of trees pass by while Raphael sat silently, hands clasped together, his gaze unwavering. Derek, Kelvin's longtime friend, was the one driving. His sharp features and cold expression made him look like a man who had long abandoned the warmth of emotion, though those who truly knew him understood that beneath the icy mask, there was a softer, far more calculating core. "Understood!" Alex said firmly, raising his head. Raphael simply nodded, his silence speaking enough for him. "Kelvin," Derek suddenly interjected, glancing at him from the driver's seat, "you should give them a break. You've been repeating that same line since dawn. At this point, you're scaring them more than preparing them." Ke