Color Magic Red Novels & Stories

I mumbled, silently inspecting the paintings on the wall. “It's true,” “If I am what you said then Brad–” I broke off, looking away. We stopped in a massive entryway covered with thick red drapes. Killiad pulled a gold line on the far side of the wall. The drapes slowly parted apart and behind thick drapes and the massive entryway is a grand balcony fit for the royalty.

I was more than grateful that he was the one explaining the phenomenon to me. He pulled his hand back from my hair and reached for something on coffee table. I frowned looking at what he was reaching for. He grabbed his phone and turned it on. “Now, if you add red into yellow, it gives you orange and you can see between red and yellow in rainbow, it’s-” I interrupted again. “Orange.” He hummed and showed me the different shade of the three colors on his phone. “Yellow and Blue mixture gives you green, just as blue and violet gives you indigo. It’s all how the light affects them.” He said showing me the colors. I nodded, understanding and swiping to see the different shades of different color

Red, the color of violence, rage, war, blood, the hue that defines passion, love, tenderness, lust astonished but sustains Brian McCoy’s personality splendidly, although I grant him more like a grey or black color guy, just like his disguises and cold behavior he carries all his life.

The Ruby Red collection worn in combination with makeup could really cultivate a miraculous fresh new look! Even people who do not use Twitter started to like the color red. This summer, the shade ruby red has become the hottest color of the season, all thanks to Charmine! Moreover, Charmine’s caption ‘Encounter the color red and discover your true successful beauty. You too can live your life like a star!’ had become a tagline phrase, so iconic that many businesses started to use it for publicity and advertising. It had also inspired many girls and young women. No one could have predicted Charmine’s surprising comeback. At SJAQ’s private custom workshop, Tiffany was standing up and trying o

I said, thoughtfully. “Nice to meet you, girl in Indian red,” he answered, as we shook hands briefly. “It’s crimson red, actually,” I disagreed. Painting was my passion and I knew the names of the colors. He raised an eyebrow, while starting the engine. “I think it’s Indian red.” “No, Indian red is lighter than this dress. It’s crimson.” I explained like a nerd. “Okay, I will see it again when there is more light. To be continued,” he joked and I sighed, shaking my head at his response.

Astrid replied. "Isn't that unfit for a lady and make you boring easily?" asked Sir Collins again as he walked down the hall. The two comrades tried to check the magic energy level with the magic gauge they brought with them. The shape of this magic meter was like a black stone. If the stone changes color, it means that there was accumulated magic energy in the area. The color of the stone changed as the magic energy increased. The lowest magic energy was red, then orange at the second level, yellow, then green, blue, indigo, and finally purple.

I crave for his touch in my sleep, in the office, whenever I set my eyes on him basically. I really really like this one, and it's so embarrassing. I rushed home to get ready because I'm very particular about how I look around that man these days. Red and black seems to get him in the certain type of deranged mood that I want him to be around me always so I've been incorporating those colors especially. I'm now more of a red lipstick girl when I've flexed nude or something lighter for years.

, Aarya answered her and her heart did summer sault inside her chest. "Why do you only like red-colored roses?", Mohini smiled and asked him as her fingertips touched the soft petals of roses and inhaled the sweet rosy fragrance of it. "Because Red is the colour of Blood. Blood stands for REVENGE, PURITY, DESTRUCTION, BROTHERLY LOVE, VOWS, PROTECTION AND DARE", Aarya said as he wanted to tell her about Lucifer but seeing her expressions stopped him. Mohini froze before giving me an incredulous look, mixed with fear, "B-blood?"

Alec couldn’t speak in too much irritation and probably, anger. His eyes were so red, like the color of evil itself. The color of blood and war. The color of death. Yes, red can symbolize love like that of a rose. But it could symbolize many things such as what I have mentioned already.

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.