Cobalt Red Novels & Stories

The specific warm ochre she had been drawn to since she was twenty-two and had bought a secondhand blouse in that color from a market in Barcelona and had worn it until it had worn through at the cuffs and had thrown it away and had mourned it in the small specific way you mourned the loss of something that had been, without your planning for it, the right thing. Rust-red. Not burgundy — the Victoria colors had included a deep burgundy that was almost red, that was red's controlled and composed cousin. This was rust-red, the actual color, the color of something that had been out in the weather, that had warmth without precision, that was the color she bought when she bought for herself and n

“It is just complicated.” “Most things worth anything are,” she said widely and patted the silk. “Now, this color would look stunning on you. But I think you need something brighter. Something that makes you feel powerful.” She moved to another roll, which was a vibrant, deep crimson. “This. This is a healer’s color. A survivor’s color.” I looked at the rich, bold fabric, so unlike my usual matured tones. A small, fragile spark of something—not happiness, but perhaps defiance, flickered in my chest.

“We ran every possible forensic test. It’s not commercial grade. It’s not even military or traditional assassin silver. The composition is highly purified, almost crystalline, and deliberately alloyed with trace elements of cobalt and iron. The structure is braided—hand-woven, not machine-spun.” I leaned back, steepled my fingers, and felt the familiar, cold knot of dread tighten in my stomach. “Custom-made. What does that tell you?” “It tells me we are dealing with a targeted, ancestral attack, not a corporate hit,” Marcus explained, placing the tablet on the desk. “I tracked the trace elements. The cobalt signature is unique; it points back to a rare mine near the Mirkwood territory. This

Charlotte and I flipped through the fabrics on the table near the sewing machines. “It has to be a bright color, right? Something that says, I’m having fun,” I said. I picked up a bolt of red fabric. “What about this one?” Charlotte shook her head. “Red means danger. You’ll give someone an anxiety attack.” That… was a good point. Red was the color of blood and stop signs and red flags. I lowered the bolt of fabric. “Blue is more relaxing.” Charlotte held up a bolt with a pattern of deep blue flowers.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

Level 1: Green Level 2: Yellow Level 3: Orange Level 4: Brown Level 5: Red Level 6: Purple Level 7: Blue Level 8: Silver Level 9: Gold Level 10: Multicolored Then he told her that she should practice sending just enough of her energy to make the silver color appear. Cassy nodded, she was trying to be serious but she couldn't help but think that it was fun to try to find the right amount of energy to make the right color appear. She put her hand on the orb and at first she blocked her energy which seemed to be sucked in by it. Then she sent only a tiny amount of her energy in it and she widened her eyes when she saw that the color red was already appearing.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

“It’s striped. Green. White. Gold.” “Green, white, gold,” Teyana repeats, thinking if these colors could mean something. “Green, white, gold. Like a forest green?” I looked over at her. Her tone was letting on that she may be familiar with this pattern. “Yes, exactly.” Her eyes widened. “Covens have themed colors. Rosewood is Violet and Black. The Windsor Coven is Green, White and Gold.” Interesting. “I think it's time you let Will in on this.” I sighed.

“He is the most idiotic one out of all of you…” “Do you have a death wish, you brat?” Matthew was infuriated. “The jade is real, don’t get me wrong.” Charlie then added, “But it’s not some bloody jade from the Zhou dynasty, nor was it blessed by a powerful monk. This is just a high-quality nephrite, but it is worth around fifty thousand maximum.” “Bullsh*t. Can’t you see that the jade is red in color!?” Quilt scowled. Charlie continued as if he had never been interrupted. “The red color of the jade is due to it being corrupted by potassium permanganate minerals. Did you really think that it was doused in the blood of some powerful monk?”

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."