Cobalt Blue Novels & Stories

It was the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever seen, purer than the sky after rain, purer than blue hydrangeas. "If I had known your eye color was close to sky blue when designing the courtyard for your villa, I should have replaced the deep blue catmint with sky blue hydrangeas or sky blue lobelias. There should have been more sky-blue pebbles on the cobblestone path leading to your stargazing spot," Alicia murmured her thoughts unintentionally.

It's the kind of comfort that makes your body forget its ever known tension. If this is Rhett’s way of trying to win me over… He’s joking. But then again, this entire pack screams luxury. Maybe this isn’t about me, maybe this is just… normal for them. ***** “What’s in my hands, Atlas?” Rhett’s voice is soft. Atlas stares down, brows furrowed in focus. Then his tiny lips curl into that knowing smirk. “You have teeny tiny pieces of diamonds,” he says proudly. “Faint Blue, Light Blue, Fancy Light Blue, Fancy Blue, Fancy Intense Blue, and umm… Fancy Vivid Blue.”

The stone inside had turned into a dull, pale blue with a cloudy, almost milky texture—completely different from what anyone had expected. “What?! No way!” The man in the ivory blazer clutched his head, shaking it in disbelief. All around him, the onlookers sighed and murmured in shock. “Damn, with such a promising outer shell, who would've thought the core would be this poor?” “Right? From the surface, it looked like it had a high chance of cutting out a solid, vibrant core. At the very least, a major portion should’ve been pure neon-blue. But this... this is a total twist.”

"I am not an artist." "You painted in the studio. The diagram. The web." "That was a schematic. A threat assessment." "It was expressionism, Cale. Mira said so." "Mira is a producer. She spins narrative from noise." "Just... look at them. The colors." Elion handed Cale a tube of paint. Cobalt Blue. Cale held it. He looked at the label. He squeezed the tube slightly. "It is heavy," Cale said. "Open it." Cale unscrewed the cap. The smell of oil and pigment wafted up. Sharp. Chemical.

He does not move, yet the space trembles. Faint light catches his gaze before it reaches me. Not like I remember - never gentle with curiosity, never holding back a smile. Their color sits like frost that bites, sharp and cobalt. Blue takes over, cold and still. They’re what I’ve looked at that took my breath away more than anything else.

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

The screams gave way to a low, continuous growl that vibrated through the very floor. Where Nate had been, a wolf now stood. It was the most beautiful and terrifying thing Kieran had ever seen. Its fur was a silky, shimmering midnight blue, a color Kieran had never seen in any wolf, ever. White wolves were rare, legends whispered about them. But blue? It was unprecedented, a color stolen from the deep night sky just before true darkness fell. Yet, this breathtaking beauty was marred, as if the transformation had been stopped midway. Jagged, pitch-black streaks, covered the entire left side of its powerful body, a stark, violent contrast to the luminous blue.

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

She scrunches her lips, thinking of what to do to know exactly what could have lightened the color of her experiment, it could have been water or vinegar or something else. Getting an idea, she strides to the shelf, grabbing a Cobalt II Chloride paper, she’ll do a water test first. The Cobalt II Chloride paper in its normal state is a light shade of blue but once it comes in contact with water or anything containing water, it turns into a shade of pink. She quickly moves through the motions, setting the paper on the glass surface and turning the flask over, a drop or two will be enough to find out. And it is.

“You’re a pretty cool chick Steel?” I snorted with a smile as I pulled away a bit so I could meet his gaze. “Why do you insist on calling me by my lastname ever since you found out what is was.” He smiled and reached up to caress my cheek. “It suits you. Especially since the name itself compliments the colour of your eyes. Fact is Steel turns blue because of a thin oxide layer that forms on the surface of metal. And your eyes reminds me of that. Steel may not have a specific color, but for your eyes…it does.”