Black Powder Red Earth Shirt Novels & Stories

She hoped that Sean would be back soon. Damian watched as Lilian left in a hurry and put the tablet away in his drawer. He was trying to see if the could manage without the sling and he was doing pretty well for himself so far. Only slight pains here and there. He turned back to his shirts to decide which one he was going to wear. The color theme for the party was black, a horrible choice of course. It was a party, no one was dying. White was obviously out of the question. It was way too expected. Blue was not going to cut it either. He went for the dark red shirt. It looked menacing and it was a least expected colour anyway. He wanted to stand out.

“I… didn’t know about the trip until this morning. Forgive my manners.” “Yeah, well, get to work.” I flopped back on the bed, stretching out like I owned the place…because right now, I kind of did. “I want a classy outfit for a burial. Something that screams ‘you tried to kill me and failed spectacularly.’ Make it loud and mocking.” She nodded eagerly and scurried to the wardrobe. A minute later she came back holding… a red polo shirt. With white block letters across the chest that literally read: ‘YOU TRIED TO KILL ME BUT FAILED.’

"Maybe eight. Maybe ten." "You couldn't see their faces?" "Some were covered. Others were too far away." "Did they use pack weapons?" Taren shook his head. "No." "How do you know?" "Redbrook weapons have a silver mark on the handles. Westfall uses black iron. These didn't have either." I remembered what Elara had told me. No colors. No identifiable uniforms. No clear identity. "What about their clothes?" "Dark." "Anything else?" Taren frowned, trying to remember.

Shields and weapons hang from their saddles, and swords and battle axes are strapped to their sides. Their hair whips behind them—braids of blonde, red, and dark brown. Kohl lines their eyes and lips, painted symbols across their foreheads, cheeks, and noses. They shout war cries—“Tyr!” and “Sköll!” and screams that could wake the dead. “What the hell is happening?” Nathan asks. “Valkyries,” Bella answers, making me jump—I didn’t even hear her approach. The thunder and lightning don’t stop until all thirteen women land. They dismount smoothly and remove their weapons. As if dismissed, their horses bolt into the woods.

Some wave like they are scared to have me acknowledge them, while others look away really quickly like they never looked at me at all. In the back there are some that are mostly black with some slight designs in different colors. There is a pair that has purple along the pockets and the seams that I really like. When Scarlett sees me eyeing them she grabs them and throws them in a basket, while winking at me. I swear she is going to find a way to spend all of Dante's money if I give her a chance.

The Emperor asked. "I saw your eyes turned to a gold-like color earlier but then when I tried to tell you, your eyes turned back to your original color—brownish."She said truthfully while she went to the Emperor's gold closet and she tried to open it, as expected it was heavy but not as heavy as the door. She gasped when she saw all of his robes. It was all dyed in red, all of his robes and shirts were all red but she didn't said anything since everyone has their own tastes, just like her who always wear the grey color shirts.

(Professor Bar) Bar held up a glass jar full of a fine powder, but instead of black like a Gunpowder, the jar were actually have 2 colour fine powder in it, the Top layer powder was red in colour and the bottom layer were blue in colour. Seeing this everyone were gasped once again, by now it was seems that this was the normal reaction. “..Mana Core Powder?..”. (Rafaela)

I knew that hue before I saw her. Nora Carver stood with her back to the fountain, curls haloed in morning light, fire dancing in the folds of her coat lining. Her uniform matched the rest of us; high-collared black coat, crisp white shirt, charcoal slacks tucked into boots charmed against snow, but the moment she stepped on Aurelian ground, her cloak had changed. Ember red. Scorched black trim. Gold stitching that shimmered like flame. Her sigil, once fractured and lost to time, glowed faintly behind her left shoulder. Only those who truly saw her would see it at all.

“Shanon! Oh, God. Shanon Wilson Bruce, over here!” Sarah's voice at the top of the hill interrupted Jammie's words. Sarah waved excitedly and told Shanon to immediately go to the top. Shanon quickly forgot about Jammie's questions and the topic of their past that she so desperately wanted to avoid. She rushed up the hill to meet Sarah and Stevan. “Red, huh? You look like a lump of blood walking around here.” “Hey, red is hot. We have to wear clothes with striking colors so that we can be easily found if we slip and are buried in the snow."

He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, even if he is blue. He is wearing something that looks like a uniform with a dark grey button down shirt. On his chest pocket he has several badges. The trousers are black and the shirt is neatly stuffed in the waistline. On his hip I can see something that looks like a weapon, but it does not look like a weapon I have ever seen.