Blue Lightning Backgrounds Novels & Stories

The background noises had magically muffled out and only the beating of their hearts remained, yearning for the kiss of a lifetime. A cool lovely breeze hauled through the window, letting the curtains float in mid-air with a parting that revealed the beautiful and enchanting layout of the city of Las Vegas which was reflected with the colourful background, and tints of rainbow colours emitting from the background lushed on their faces and painted the walls of the room with patterns of many colours.

Evrah was almost there. The dark blue fading into light blue to white. So much white, almost burning. She kept going. It was so close she could feel it. It got brighter still, too bright. She pushed forward, just a little left. She burst through the brightness of white until she collided with every color of the rainbow into an explosion of light and dark until it was gone. Evrah opened her eyes and glanced around. Above her hung the majestic mix of blues and white, cascading downward into darker hues of greens and browns, slowly fading into the softer colors she laid upon. She blinked a few moments taking in the feel of her skin upon her bones and the twitching muscles surrounding them.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

The blue of the sky was an insult. It was a perfect, crystalline cerulean—the kind of blue that only existed in pre-cataclysm postcards or the most expensive tiers of the Aethelgard simulation. It was the color of peace, of a world reborn, of a "Hard-Reset" that should have signaled the end of our suffering. But as I stood on the grey, salt-crusted sand of the Pacific shoreline, that blue felt like a mocking screen, a new layer of paint over a rotting house.

“Come in.” She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes taking in the modern yet elegant decor of the office. It was a testament to Asher Kingsley’s refined taste—clean lines, luxurious materials, and an expansive view of New York’s skyline. Asher himself was seated behind a minimalist desk, engrossed in a stack of blueprints. His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish.

Rather, I ended up here, attempting to slow my heartbeat before the event that would change everything. Recalling the first time the elders discovered me in these same woods, I ran my fingertips over the rough bark next to me. I was a child at the time, carefree as I played among the trees. They claimed that my blue hair's sapphire-like glint from the sunlight was a sign of the prophesy. "Don't run, child!" Despite his commanding presence, one of them had called out in a soft, worn voice. With my tiny hands gripping the wildflowers I had been collecting, I had stopped dead in my tracks.

I had just arrived in Silverbrook Haven and didn't want too much attention. Things with Henry still needed closure. When I left Verdancliff in a hurry, the house servants had packed and shipped almost all my belongings to Silverbrook Haven, including every thoughtful gift he had carefully chosen for me over the years.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

"It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. " Her mouth curled into a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Indigo blue! Let's go with indigo blue! It could be just perfect! We could order indigo flowers for the decorations and mix them with some white, and it will look amazing!" She giggled, searching through her catalog to show me what she had in mind. The pictures she showed me presented amazing flower arrangements and fancy table settings. My lips rushed to form a smile as I saw the gentle mix of white and deep, vivid blue. I instinctively knew these colors suited him—they suited us.

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”