Dark Purple Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Wearing a smile of satisfaction, the suddenly proud Amethyst sashayed inside the spacious room that was not at all decorated. Although it was not a mesmerising sight to see, the room was painted with rich, deep reds and light touches of deep purples. In the centre was a table made of dark wood and cluttered with papers. Amethyst's eyes examined the room until they fell upon two black caskets carefully put two minutes away from where her feet had halted. "This is a room intended only for deep thinking, Moon Crawler. Pardon me if it does not fit your taste!" Stepping out of the shadows, Prince Dwight put on a bright, creepy smile that came from ear to ear.

I looked to find Mr Dark staring at them with those scary eyes. Huhh! Always so intimidating I murmured. Mr Dark looks angry, he was silent yet so seems to fume with anger. We sat in the Audi, Jane was driving and we stopped at a Boutique with a board of Beauty&looks. Mr Dark stepped outside, and I was awestruck when he opened the door for me. We went inside, it was an amazing place with all kinds of trendy dresses, ball gowns, evening gowns, beach dresses, party dresses and what not. Mr Dark chose a royal blue coat for himself, he went inside and came out wearing it pairing it with the white shirt. He looked amazing, it was the first time I saw a different colour on him. Blues of life were

“What’s that?” “See this purple residue in the ash?” I peeked around Adrian’s muscular arm narrowing my eyes at the pile of ash. Yeah, I did. It kind of looked like the dark purple dip powder I’d get on my nails in the fall. Great. I guess I had something else to add to my list of things that was once considered to be normal but would now remind me of a horrible moment.

The only person grumpier than him is Sarn. It doesn't help that the damn dragon shifter is the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on. Even with pasty, white, detoxifying skin, he's beautiful. His shaggy head of dark blonde hair needs washing and cutting. I'd give anything to run my fingers through the strands and do both jobs. More so, I want to sink into his odd-colored eyes. The pupils turn amethyst when he's angry or aroused, as I just discovered. The violet hue does strange things deep inside me.

“Speaking of which, I have never seen anything like it in all my centuries. The only auras we know of are; Black for psychotic and corrupt, like us. Red, for hate and cruelty. Green for power, pink for strength and yellow for good and just intentions. I have also heard of white, which is of the creators laws and his wishes; though no one has seen someone with such an aura in generations. Yet blue is unknown to me, perhaps to everyone.” “I do think it is unusual for an immortal to possess such an unlikely aura, you do need to run more tests on this.” Darkous declared, tilting his head to the side as he glanced down at the princess, her petite frame practically weightless as they walked down t