Cobalt Red Novels & Stories

Her red curls tickled my neck as she did so. When she pulled away, she went into her little personal room in the Grove and came out with a three little bottles in her hand. She pushed them into mine and looked at me seriously. “These three bottles should be of help to you. The red is for you to regain strength and help wounds heal. The blue is a very corrosive element that burns skin. The green is also for attacking as well if need be. It's a poison, not as corrosive, but also dangerous, especially when ingested.”

Gabriel has a red hue to his before we switch back, our suits intact. “They work even my wolf didn’t notice it,” Caden smooths his suit down, a smile on his face. “Here are the serums. The red one is for burns, the blue is for deep wounds, and the translucent pearl-like one is …” Gabriel flicks his gaze towards Aurora before continuing. “To stop any use of nightshade from taking effect,” My mate swallows, nodding as we all begin slotting the vials of serum into our suits as we clip them in so they don’t fall out once the fighting begins.

Nora says—for the millionth time. “And we keep telling you no,” Citra bites back, rolling her eyes. “We just don’t know what we’d actually summon,” Meredith adds, her tone softer than Citra’s, but tired all the same. “But isn’t that what salt circles are for?” JoJo asks. “Sure, if we’re summoning demons. But that’s not the only thing that could show up—especially when you’re trying to call a god,” I say. “Can’t we layer it though?” JoJo presses. “Salt for demons, iron for fae and ghosts, potions against magick, and blood for gods. Multiple circles for protection. We could make it safe enough.”

I ask, "What are the colors?" "Gold for Fae/Fairies. Brown for Lycan/Werewolf. Blue for Merpeople. Green for Witches and Warlocks. Red for Vampires. Purple for Dragons. Black for Zombies/ Ghouls/ Goblins/Demons. White for Angels. Yellow for Humans and Pink for Nephilims/Giants." Whoa, I've only read about things like this!

As if responding to my command, the magic circle erupted in a blinding flash of crimson light. The air crackled with raw energy, the scent of ozone mingling with the ever-present stench of decay. The ingots, bathed in the blood-red glow, began to vibrate, their metallic surfaces shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence.

Zurith must be the grey-haired male with shiny blue eyes whose portrait was the first to catch the attention. He turned the page and found what he has been curious about since he met the king; the meaning of the colours. There was a large frame drawn all along the page. Different colours occupied boxes with their meanings in the boxes on their right. He took the small notebook Nylian offered to him to write his stories and opened a new page to note the meaning of the colours so that he remembers them later. Red is the colour of fire and blood, so it is associated with energy, war, danger, strength, power, determination as well as passion, desire, and lust.

Win told her, standing beside her to take a look as well. "That's not good." Adom muttered, standing on Alexandra other side. "Wait, is his coat black?" "It looks more like a dark brown." Alexandra answered. "Really? It looks black to me." Adom scrunch his eyebrows as he examined Guard clothes. "No it's kind of red. Like a brown red." Mike muttered. Win glared at him. "Red?! Are you all blind??" Prea screeched. "It's a coppery brown." "I agree with Alexandra." Pheuk cut in. "It's just a dark brown." Win gave Pheuk an incredulous look. "What?" He asked him. Win rolled his eyes in annoyance.

But this little wolf brings that side out of me. I started smelling something sweet, a stronger, sweeter smell like a lavender and honey scent. My wolf Cobalt was getting stirred up and kept trying to come to the surface. “She wants us” Cobalt and I both realized that the little wolf was getting aroused. I asked if she was excited and noticed a bright red took over her face. The little wolf gets embarrassed easily. I find it amusing and kind of cute. Then her reply of maybe needing another shower. “Busted.” Cobalt laughing.

" Thorne, wanting to impress Alaric and Luna whom he saw was a Sterling, took a massive bite. The other two investors followed suit. The room went silent. I watched through the gap under my tray as Thorne’s jaw slowed. His eyes widened. The Imperial Red was high-quality; it had a tenacious grip. As he chewed, the semi-gloss paint began to bond with his teeth and coat his tongue in a permanent, vibrant crimson. "This..." Thorne tried to speak, but his lips were starting to stick together. "This tashtsh... like... chemicshals." "It is ze complexity!" I cried, pivoting the tray to catch a new angle of the sun. "Ze notes of industrialism! Ze hint of a skyscraper!"

I insisted. But instead of answering, Christian grabbed a large bottle of alcohol gel, filling his hand with a considerable amount before he began to rub it on my abdomen. To my surprise, the pigment began to run down my skin, as Christian rubbed it with his hands, taking the washcloth, dipping it into the jar before taking it to my skin, wiping the dye that had run down, and to my surprise, it was working.