Cobalt Red Novels & Stories

He was not a person who was attuned to the nursery's ambient light, and the shimmer was not something most people could see clearly unless they knew to look for it. Sable had not said anything during the session. After Gad left she'd ended the day's work there and sat with what she'd seen for the rest of the afternoon before deciding she needed to tell Jasmina in person rather than through a note. She said she didn't want to overstate what she'd observed. She didn't know what the dark red meant any more than she'd initially known what the gold or the amber-brown meant. It might mean something entirely different from what her instinct was suggesting. But her instinct, built over decades of wo

Velvetouch, maybe even a Kolinsky or two. The paint? Golden Fluid Acrylics. Not all of them, but enough. The essentials. Crimson. Indigo. Antique gold. Obsidian black. The kind of colors that made your heart race just imagining what they’d look like on canvas. The glass palette had fingerprints on it… like someone had tested it out, just to make sure it was perfect. I stepped closer. My knees were weak. My chest, tightening. It was everything I loved. Everything I couldn’t afford.

Sabrina’s POV. "I was thinking," Cole said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. "About the nursery." I paused, my fork midway to my mouth, the rich aroma of the lobster risotto momentarily forgotten. "The nursery?" "I know it's early," he said quickly, a rare hint of boyish nervousness creeping into his voice. "But I was looking at colors today between meetings. I think yellow. Pale yellow. It’s happy. It’s bright. It feels like a fresh start."

The Jennings had retained most of their knowledge of Mystic Therapeutics. "Oh, are you Mr. Jennings? It has been two or three years since I last saw you!" A plump man holding a red Ganoderma Lucidum called out to Chad. Chad grinned as he saw the man. "Wobble Wobb, what's good?" Wobble laughed and looked around nervously. He replied softly, "Coffin Hermit!" Chad was startled and looked at the red Ganoderma Lucidum in Wobble's hand. The Ganoderma Lucidum was completely red, with a faint hint of iridescence. It was a genuine Blood Ganoderma Lucidum.

While we could never predict the outcome with absolute certainty, it was about the intention. The three Nabellos had solidified their bond with their mates, and their roses were all blue. Apparently, there were five rose colors denoting how powerful fate deemed someone. Black was the most common while gold was the rarest. Blue was the most powerful underneath gold. It made sense because of how powerful Nabellos were naturally. The marks on the vampire’s necks were very interesting. They were abstract overlays and were beautiful. Although, I was still biased with the mark on my girl’s neck. She was my blue flaming phoenix and definitely made of fucking fire.

Even when they'd been together. "You have to ask." She folded the blanket, not in any hurry for the dressing down. He stood in front of the canvas, his fists and jaw clenched. "You've used the wrong color. Again." She looked at the paper he'd given her notes on. "You said to use five parts Thallo blue and one part Chromium Green and one part Cadmium Green. It's what I did." "No, you didn't."

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

I dragged out the word in a warning tone. Aaron glanced his way; Dad met his gaze and they both smirked. I flicked my eyes back to the monitor, trying to remember what it was that I had forgotten. My train of thought had been disrupted, and now I had to think long and hard about the email that I was attempting to write. Then, like a smack on the head, I remembered. Ruby had wanted a snowflake-themed wedding, and she had searched all over the internet for an Ice queen tiara. I begged her to let me partake in some of the arrangements. As much as our mothers were handling things, I wanted to add my personal touch to the design. Silver was harmful to werewolves. That was why I had a replica of t

His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold intimidating, and edged with menace. A high collared sleeveless black coat hung from his broad frame, the deep crimson lining flashing whenever he moved, and beneath it, a fitting black shirt stretched over a frame that was built more for power than agility. Jagged crimson patterns ran down the sleeves, resembling claw marks or veins of spreading corruption. His pants were dark as the abyss and had the same tattered red designs near the edges as if dipped in blood and left to dry. He wore heavy boots with crimson laces to match his clothes. Around his neck hung a single warn necklace, just a simple chain and battered

After some thought, she went with the easiest question, as she figured he might have no idea about brands and color codes. “Don’t lipsticks only come in red?” Matthias blinked in perplexity. It can’t be that they also come in rainbow colors? Although models apply lipsticks with dazzling colors during fashion shows from time to time, nobody uses them in their daily lives! Shouldn’t red be the default? “Even the color red comes in different shades, such as crimson, fuchsia, rose, peach, cherry pink, and loads more!” Lara lamented. How can he be this dumb even though he has such good looks?