Cobalt Red Novels & Stories

Caleb asked. I don’t know why but the red color of his eyes just dimmed for a brief moment. I thought maybe it had just been my imagination. Just as soon as it went away it returned to the vibrant crimson red, I have grown accustomed to, it dimmed again. Well, it was more like it turned into a pale red that was glazed over by a white coating.

The surrounding women leaned in subtly, their curiosity piqued. The moment the lid lifted, a sharp intake of breath came from one of the women nearby. My smile deepened. Slowly, carefully, Collette lifted the necklace from its velvet cradle. It was a masterpiece. It was a beautiful necklace crafted in white gold, set with an array of deep red rubies—each stone flawless, cut to catch the light in a way that made the red seem alive, like captured embers. The central ruby was larger than the rest, a rare stone that alone cost millions.

" What are you seeing right now? " " Darkness. " She replied with a puzzled look. " No. Cupcake. What actual color are you seeing in the name of darkness? " Her eyes widened in realization when I added. " You know one color and it's black. It's the most loyal color ever because it never betrays you while mixing with others. " She knows I wasn't only talking about the color. Her head tilted one side but before she could ask anything I spoke up. " You wanna try something new? " I asked and she was silent just like she should be. " Wait here, for me. " I caressed the curve of her breasts and smirked when she flinched.

The village seemed to be a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation, with cobalt metal structures rising gracefully from the ocean floor. As they continue, they arrive at their destination, the Serpent's Blood Inn. The inn's architecture is an impressive feat of craftsmanship, crafted entirely from cobalt metal. Its rounded shape resembles a coiled serpent, with the eve designed as the serpent's head and upper jaw. The serpent's eyes, made of glass, gaze enigmatically at all who approach.

For the past centuries, Soles from either sides hadn't found the Vermilion yet. This Vermilion was the one power that could stop the other. This was the reason as to why the world had still been experiencing two opposing forces; light and dark, good and evil. Because no one had succeeded in finding the power source Vermilion yet. This was the reason why the Vermilion was so important to be found and be kept, especially by the Ibawnons, so as to maintain the balance of the world. For if the Malignobons would have it, nothing but darkness and chaos would surely be spread to the whole world.

Various bizarre symbols began forming, an attempt by the boy to recreate the riddle from the beginning before forgetting anything that could be proven crucial for finding the solution. Colors and gems, as well as a name I have never heard before. How are they correlated between them? Scarlet and red are maybe connected with the rubies and bloodstones? And perhaps the color teal is considered to have some relation with the aquamarine and the emerald. Then, what about Mithril and orange? No, Mithril's color is silver; I am missing something for sure. There is also that man named Kale Eleguards remaining. I have to, at least for now, make sure not to forget his name...

Red, blue, yellow, gold, green… All the colors tangled together. And then there was the silver glow indicating mental-type abilities, along with strange shades such as purple, orange-red, and even black. Nobody knew what gifts those colors stood for. For a moment, every color collided at once. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet, along with gold, white, and silver, all of them erupting in a chaotic burst. Everyone froze, stunned. Even the man in the white coat running the test was left staring. Barnaby, Garrick, and the others from Hayley's dorm just stood there, staring at the blinding display with their mouths hanging open.

It was beautiful in the box but spread out before him like this, it just took his breath away. The robes were a rich, deep red—like the color of twilight roses soaked in moonlight. The outer layer was made of a silky, sheer fabric that flowed like liquid flame, catching the light with every ripple. Embroidered across the hems in golden thread were curling patterns of ivy mixed with snow-like silver threads and emerald beads, delicately stitched to shimmer with every movement. Beneath the sheer overcoat was a more fitted inner robe, made from a soft, matte velvet in the same bold red, its surface caressing the skin like warm petals. Then the crown, delicate yet regal—crafted from what looked

says Leonard, "but I like one that's close to orange, like a vermillion." "Vermillion is a nice color. It's got life similar to that of carmine, that's the shade I like," I say as I recall the earlier nine triangles I created in Majestic Theory and the description I gave them, "and carmine is a good match for vermillion." "Are you saying that you're a good match for me?" asks Leonard, smiling. "I'd like to say that I am," I say, "and I hope that I am so I'm not saying a lie."

I want something that screams at personality change, while still giving a hot and seductive look. “Crimson red.” I say. “Wonderful choice Mrs. Andrea.”