Different Shades Novels & Stories

•|•|• It is strange that I now see the world through color since I met my Adeline. Not only the shades she paints, but the ones that form around her, visible to my eyes only. When it is Yellow, as it is usually, I am at peace and the Kingdom sleeps. But when it is red…even the leaves tremble. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] I pity Shade. Immensely. It is not her fault that her heart is warm and her eyes kind, or that her lips are so immaculate whenever she speaks beauty weaves between her words—words that lure the wicked and trap the cruel.

Maybe I shouldn't have told her I'm the reason her mum missed their bedtime last night. “You want the shade to match hers exactly right?” I’ve never dyed my hair before, but I nod and the hair stylist gets to work. Maya sits on a revolving chair like mine and busies herself with trying to make it swing around. Her short, legs kick the air, her uniform looks cute on her, and her hair…. is the same unique shade of brown as her mum’s, but her father’s genes seem to have affected the hue they’ve taken on. Maya’s shade of brown is darker, and while Scarlett’s dye is yet to wear out completely on hers, we could see the difference from the roots.

Ibhaan’s Head: Arin has developed an obsession with lavender, jasmine, and orchids recently. She has grown a bit bolder and more aggressive. Almost all of her products—from shampoo, to shower gel, and bathrobes—every single merchandise have a shade of variety. There are twelve shades of nail paints all lavenders amongst the pool of many. Her cosmetic collection is ready to give others Luna’s complex. I don’t have the heart to walk in her closet. I prefer the wardrobe collection to remain a mystery.

I also buy shoes and other things that are not so necessary. "Wow, sweetheart, you really need to get a little tan," the woman who tends the makeup section laughs, "Wait a moment here while I go get your shade." She goes to get my makeup and I start arranging the lipsticks by color. There are 102 of them and it's fun to move them around until everything is arranged from the lightest to the darkest shades, but it makes a couple of girls think I work here and come up to me.

"Trust me, I love being sick, I love being frozen, ice, frosty, I love this new me and you are going to have a taste of it" "Okay, that's enough" Damien stood and grabbed her wrist and pulled her back but Mystique pouted, the harshness and frosty look disappeared from her eyes instantly. "But babe, I haven't even started yet. It's not fun" She pouted cutely, Damien couldn't look away, wondering if it was the same person. "No, you had enough fun," Damien said dismissingly. Mystique sighed defeated. "Fine, just a mood killer. But can I come back later" She smiled brightly, just like the old Mystique but different, this Mystique was darker and manipulative?

Horizon Cole's Point of View: I applied my usual light make-up on, but still with subtle colors that were enough to accentuate my natural skin tone. I was not preferred to have a heavy one, since I did not have a night party to attend. The lighter shade of concealer that match my skin tone was the usual concealer I used to make it more looked natural. Then, a light brown shade of eyeshadow, a bit of eyeliner, and mascara. I was thinking of the shade of lipstick that will match my outfit for this day, but end up using my go-to peachy-natural-looking matte lipstick shade with a darker shade of red on my inner-lower lip.

The driver then activated the scanner of the carriage and extracted some energy from him. There were levels in terms of shadows and with each upgrade, it acquires a color. There’s a shade of pebble-black, midnight-black, sable-black, and obsidian-black, respectively. Each level-up means additional thousand to their bank account. The system was pretty tricky. They’re converting a shadow’s energy into currency and using it to acquire basic needs, which was why the levels of shadows increase and decrease day by day. “Happy?” said George after he unsummoned his shadow.

Staring at myself in the shady mirror, I was satisfied and pleased with my new look, it soothed my rage, expressed my emotion, carried my personality in various shades and most of all defined me perfectly! Now it wasn't just my tattoo, it was my HAIR!. The rose tattoo carried or rather held a shade of my personality in the color 'RED', exploring the blood and emotional part of me and most especially the undeniable 'LOVE' which was the main reason I kept running this race in hopes I would reach the finish line soon, my own tracks, my own rules!.

Then he stepped into a shaft of moonlight filtering through a hole in the roof, and my blood went cold. Asher looked like something pulled from a nightmare. Dark veins spiderwebbed across his exposed skin, pulsing with an oily black substance that seemed to move beneath the surface. His eyes—once the same storm-gray as mine—now glowed with a reddish tinge, like embers in a dying fire. The corruption was visible, tangible, radiating off him in waves that made my wolf recoil. "Asher." I kept my voice steady, even as my mind raced. This was worse than I'd imagined. "You wanted to talk. So talk."

he asked as he pulled on fresh gloves and prepared his inks, vibrant reds, oranges, yellows for the flames; deep blues and purples for shadows; metallic gold for highlights. “As I’ll ever be.”