Brown With Purple Underneath Novels & Stories

I tilted my head from side to side, wondering if she’d never seen a live wolf shifter before. “She’s…she’s purple!” Noah sounded flabbergasted and frankly, I was too. I was fucking purple? I bolted from the room and nudged the door to my room open and squeezed through so I could go look in the bathroom mirror. A let out a whine when I saw that I was indeed a lavender shade of purple. “You’re beautiful,” Noah whispered when he came up behind me. He scratched behind my right ear, and I wanted to purr from how good it felt.

The rug was replaced with a replica, and the scent no longer smells of copper mixed with jasmine. “You should probably slow down,” Finn crosses his arms over his chest, nodding towards the bottle. “It’s been a long day, and it’ll be a longer tomorrow if you don’t.” I stare into the vibrant green of Finn’s eyes, picking out the three different shades that make up his irises. The deepest shade is similar to the needles of a Douglas-fir. The mid-colored shade is similar to the whisps on a Western redcedar. And the lighter, most dominant shade like the leaves on a Bleeding heart.

She brought the babe to the light. The boy was perfect, with a tuft of dark hair that matched Kael’s. But as he opened his eyes, Ariyah’s breath hitched. They weren't blue, brown, or even the amber of a shifter. They were a piercing, crystalline violet—the color of the deep sky just before the stars appear. And on his tiny shoulder, glowing with a faint, pulsing light, was a birthmark: a perfect, silver crescent moon encircled by a crown of thorns.

I wasn't sure what I expected at the beginning –if you don't count me getting the basement where there is a cement bed, pillow and a small toilet for me to use– but what he showed me was more than I expected and I wasn't sure whether to be suspicious or grateful. Stepping into the bedroom feels like being enveloped in a warm embrace of mh favorite colors –a palette that dances between beautiful creams and soothing browns. The walls, adorned in a creamy hue reminiscent of vanilla, exude a timeless elegance that seamlessly blends with the earthy richness of the brown accents scattered throughout the room. I have always loved the color combination of brown and cream, so posh and welcoming.

The lines from the curve above run down windowless stone walls to converge directly below us. Us. She still has that keen look in her dark brown eyes, searching and piercing and unsettling and lots of other things at the same time. The scratches I had given her are gone now, like it was never there. Below that pale, awful smiling face, is a long dark purple gown. And behind her hair of dark chestnut colour, are two pointed ears.

It's perfect. "No, it's not. How are you going to find our mate if you never leave?" She scolds me. Again, I roll my eyes. Who needs a mate? He would have found me by now if I had one out there. I push my long black hair out of my face as I stomp through the forest. My eyes are purple like my dragon. Most people think they're black or dark brown, but if they look closely, they'll see they're actually purple. Not that anyone has tried to look into my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I've been with plenty of men, but they were all one and done. I got what I needed and flew away, literally.

Those who got to find out, knew but no one would dare spout it. But today? I saw purple. Not dull or washed out. Actual purple. Then I looked up and saw her walking toward me in a brown hoodie. I didn’t need anyone to tell me the color when I saw her again I could see it. Rich, deep brown. And her hair, golden brown, catching the light. When I first saw her at the house, I thought my head was playing games with me. Maybe a bad night. Maybe I was tired. But now? I’d never been more awake.

As Sylvian hurried to clsoe kana chamber door As he stood in while closing his gaze, his eyes took on an otherworldly hue, a mesmerizing shade of deep, smoldering purple. It was a color that seemed to encapsulate the essence of the night itself, an eerie yet captivating radiance that held the hearts of those who dared to meet his gaze.

Aries POV: "Blue or purple?" I carefully studied the choices that were placed before me. On the right was a large teddy bear with fur that was colored in a light shade of pastel blue. A large pink bow was wrapped tightly around its neck. The shade matches the bear's nose, inner ears, and paws. Its eyes were a glossy black that shined brightly as the light bounced off them. On the left was a smaller sized teddy bear. The fur was a mix-matched patterned of lavender and dark purple. A bow also decorated this bear neck, shaded in a cool gray instead of a vibrant pink.

I unbuttoned the knitted turtleneck I was wearing and brushed my hair back to reveal the base of my neck. The color is still almost blackish gray and is now widening until it almost spreads to my collarbone. The purple streaks that surrounded it were also getting longer, this strangebruise seemed to be growing inside me. I'm still not entirely sure but deep inside I can guess what's triggering these growths of bruises and scars ... Alex.