Biru Laut Novels & Stories

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

EVELEEN'S POV Turquoise water looked amazing as it merged with the deeper blue water showing the perfection of the beauty, blue lagoon, clear blue sky and powdery white beach was lying before my eyes. Every Sunset was different here showing blue, yellow, pink and orange colors. It's an exotic and beautiful place created by God. Lush green palm trees could be seen, standing tall. It could turn every fret face into a gleeful smile.

She hands the bag to me and I open it to see a black box with red ribbon on it. "What is it?" I ask her. "It's for you." Alex says. "Open it." Aurora says. I look at Aunt Sara for her opinion and she shrugs. I open the box and see a pair of loubotin heels. It is of black colour with gemstones adjourning it and a red massive bow at the ankle that will totally go with the dress I bought. It is the most dazzling pair heels have ever seen. I close the box and look at Alex.

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.

I was finding it hard to breathe, knowing who exactly I was going to face in the next few seconds. Gulping softly, I glanced over at him, his eyes gentle and yet seemed to be a different color under this lighting I presumed as was walking by a street light, they almost seemed gold but then again a sort of green? I couldn’t quite understand the funny shade of his colors under this lighting. Maybe he was wearing contacts? I always wondered how he could see so well with a shade of blue eyes that mimicked that of an ocean beside a coral reef.

“Ilaria, please don’t worry. I will try my best to extract your father from there, okay?” She bit her lip and nodded. “Would you like to take a walk around the palace of Xomor?” he asked. She looked up at him. His yellow irises locked with her blue eyes again. She swallowed and her gaze wandered to the tattoos on his skin. The deep blue color of his skin was like that of mountains covered in the morning mist, the color of a blue sapphire formed in the womb of earth, protected for thousands before being discovered by humans. He was terrifyingly beautiful, like a statue carved from blue sapphire.

Lindsay looked at her watch. “Crap, we need to get out of here, or we will have to come up with something to tell Joe and Abigail,” Lindsay said. “I will take care of that if we need to,” Wren said. “Let’s get back and see how Max and Izzy are doing with Blue.” “Blue?” “Yes, Blue. We found out that not only does he have patches of blue skin, but his blood is the same shade of blue. We started calling him the blue guy and things like that, and it just got shortened to Blue,” he explained.

“And the canvas is colder.” “Good.” Aria turned the rim of her cup. “How’s the light?” “It doesn’t hurt.” He smiled faintly. “No flashes.” “Then we stay there. Ten minutes. At the end we’ll come back on the word ‘blue.’” “Blue?” Kai opened his eyes. “You need a return code too,” Aria shrugged. “Red is the brake. Blue is homecoming. Like it?” “Yes.” He nodded slowly. “Blue.”

" I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery. It was glowing. It was vibrant. It was, for lack of a better word, aggressively cyan. "It’s very... blue," Alaric noted, squinting through the gloom. "It is ze extract of ze Blue Algae from ze depths of ze Mediterranean," I lied, my heart dancing a jig. "Rich in antioxidants and ze pigmentation of health. One bowl, and your internal organs will sing like ze bluebirds of Lyon." "I don't know if I can eat," he moaned. "My stomach is a war zone."

The descent onto Aethelgard was a clinical marvel that defied the physics of the Milky Way. As the First Mother’s Breath broke through the nitrogen-rich atmosphere, the viewports were flooded with a spectrum of blues for which I had no name in my medical logs. This was a planet of liquid quartz oceans, vast, shimmering expanses that reflected the light of a triple-star system into a permanent azure haze. Floating islands of "Blue Fire" drifted above the waves, their undersides encrusted with glowing cerulean crystals that hummed at a frequency that drove my Tempered Heart to a steady, rhythmic sixty beats per minute.