Dark Purple Aesthetic Novels & Stories

It was a jagged, necrotic purple—the color of the 14-B virus. "The Admin... has been... updated... Aria..." the floor... is... no longer... yours..."

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

The dwarf says. The dark below is a prison that is located under the sea where there is nothing but darkness and creatures that feed off of the nothingness and memories of men and women. This is the world that the Circle protects everyone else from and the same world where Troy finds himself in. Smells of rotting fish and dead meat surfaces along the fire prince’s nose. Things that are dead is piled upon the surface. Instead of a proper floor or greenery to stand upon he walks on the bodies of dead animals both that once belong on the land and sea. With each step he takes he can hear the floor’s bodies crush under the flesh of his feet. Then every time he lifts his foot to venture forward, t

Just as dark as the outside the interior design was just as black. Geez is this man a CEO or part of the mafia? Seeing her panicked look Alec again could not help but smirk in amusement. Clearing his throat he tried to reassure her that she was in no danger. "Mr Acres has a liking towards dark colours. He finds them soothing and much easier to work with. Not to mention they go well with his style." Yes, maybe black, purple and red were his aesthetic or just the common style for mafia groups but ey, what do I know?

The fabric appeared to be soft and lightweight, flowing gracefully as the wearer moved. The dress had a fitted bodice with a V-neckline that accentuates the wearer's curves. The neckline was trimmed with delicate lace or mesh, adding an element of romanticism and elegance to the otherwise dark and mysterious design. The bodice also features intricate, embroidered details that glowed gold right in the center. The skirt of the dress was long and flowing, cascading down to the floor in a gentle, fluid motion in purple mixed-pink color yet black was the most dominant in the entire dress. The fabric of the skirt seems to be made of layers of black tulle or chiffon, giving it a wispy, dreamlike q

The lazy smirk his lips melted into fit perfectly with every sharp angle of his face. “Well, it fits you like a fucking glove and makes your tit’s look perfect. It’s low in the back, draws the attention to your amazing ass. Oh, and it’s purple.” Purple? The man didn’t know his colors, it seemed. It was too pale, too dusty to be called something as basic as purple. A giggle slid past my lips, tainted with venom that Nox failed to notice. Like a snake, my beauty distracted him from how deadly I truly was.

she paused and looked around to see everyone's attention on her. "The biggest Fandom in the world currently which is called ARMY, you all should know BTS right? And if you don't, you can G****e them out. Their fandom colour is purple and purple to them means, I'll love and cherish you for a very long time. Which is why I think Purple is suitable, also it would be a good marketing strategy as ARMY have a thing for purple stuffs and they are all over the world. Purple chocolate cover would attract them" She explained and at the end of her explanation, there was an applaud. "That seem very creative, we should go with Purple then. Secretary Mervick, contact the production team so they could get

I had to be as neutral as possible. Sephy caught my attention with a color palette. She pointed out the different colors: Chestnut, moss, pine, sunflower, cordovan and tuscan red. I blinked at the influx of information, staring at the earthy and pastel tones. They seemed to all go well together, forming a cohesive band of colors. I loved them. “That’s so beautiful,” I said, reaching to touch the napkin fabric. It was soft linen, almost gliding between my fingers. “Aiden would never like that. He’s always been monochrome,” she replied, turning over to the next page. “I was thinking something a little more…dark. Merlot? Jacarta? Old burgundy?”

I wanted to just close it and respect his privacy, but curiosity go the batter of me and I found myself pushing the wooden door open. I hadn’t been inside in quite a while, and I could easily note the difference. He always had a fancy for dark tones and it was clear from the colour pallet that the inkling still remained. It was several shades of grey, black and navy blue in a maximalist style that suited his ego.

They matched the size of the unknown. Godric held his chest. He had the feeling that the darkness would overwhelm him. He couldn't explain how this darkness could be so powerful that it touched even a ghost. The aura of the unknown was so powerful and haunting that Godric took a step back and dropped to his knees. The darkness seemed to weigh on his shoulders, trying to crush him. It wasn't just the young priest who felt like this, the other monks also seemed to have succumbed to this powerful aura. Amon held onto his staff and tried to defy the force, even if it was almost hopeless. "Don't let up!" He kept shouting encouragingly.