E Readers Colour Novels & Stories

Red, the final book in the color series. Following the events of Book 1, Green had completely changed into a different person. She was no longer a vampire but a being who had the blood of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and Dragons. The powers she had obtained coupled with the loss of her mate and the anxieties of being a mother to destined twins was enough to make her twisted. On one hand, she dearly craved revenge for her mate and on the other, she wanted to be a good mother.

Because I didn't know how to explain it. But here in Laraba’s home, I could read the colours like they were written on pages. I turned slightly, testing it again. Kosey was standing near the beaded entrance, pretending not to listen, but I could tell he was. There was pale green for mischief floating above him, as well as a steady blue for his loyalty toward Elian. I was truly interpreting the colours! The colours on Elians head were peach for kindness, a soft shade of white for love and devotion. Soft golds swirled around, and all of the colours were anchored to me.

"Inspection of what? " "Colors. As you may have inevitably notice, we are surrounded with nothing but the color yellow. This is nothing like your world where colors combine. All is separated. With walls, borders, or lines. And no person with their designated colors are allowed to leave or enter another side of colors. Once spotted, you will be thrown to the place of outcast and lose the chance to visit the Outside world. Your world. Or they might take you in as slaves. Or worse, death. "I understood her words but it only arose more questions. "So you are not allowed to interact with other colors? "

I immediately took a plain sheet of paper, a feather and a small bottle of ink. I looked at the ink and noticed it was colourless. What sort of ink could this be? Most ink colours are always blue or black, but this one was colourless. "This is an invincible type of ink. Once used on a sheet, you can't see what you have written unless you dip it into a bowl of water, and then the texts will become visible." Kim explained, and I understood immediately. Such an intelligent wolf. Wow! It would be of great help to me.

"If I was a color," my sister's voice sounds unusually sultry. "I would be violet." "Why violet?" Tatiana asks. "Because violet is a mysterious color and I have to say I'm full of mysteries." I never thought Mckayla could be so poetic, but then again she's high out of her mind, we all are. Tatiana giggles. "Then I guess I'm green." "Because you love the environment?" Kristen asks, laughing as well.

said Aldrich. "I alone am enough to beat you up." Aldrich just silently played with the bucket in his hand. Some of the contents of the bucket spilled onto the courtyard they were standing on. Hugo noticed something strange. The liquid was not black but deep red. 1… 2… 3… Byurr Aldrich poured the contents of the bucket at Hugo who was in front of him. Instantly a thick red liquid washed down Hugo's body. The smell of rancid blood immediately filled his nose.

“Let’s go! “ I grabbed Emilia’s hand and started leaving. On the drive back to school, I kept trying to figure out what these strange codes were, but I couldn’t figure it out. “This is just a copy. The original one should be more colorful.” Emilia said to me. “Why?” “See those bold, darker characters, they are not of the same color.” Indeed, there were several dark and bold characters randomly scattered within the texts. Getting more confused, I furrowed my brows. “ What does that mean?” “Its color coded. They are dark because this is a photocopy. The Original should be digital. The colors can be the codes if I am right.”

EMMA “There we go. There will be training manuals in there as well. I have a feeling that the reading won’t bother you. You’re a nerd – I mean perfectionist – after all. Although, I’m always available if you need help or want to run something by me. Now, pick a color for your personal devices.” He pulled up the list of possible colors, and I chose teal since silver was out-of-stock.

“No. Fully dark colors would make readers assume it’s a tragedy steeped entirely in darkness. Your book isn’t only about wounds. There’s hope.” I swallowed, startled. “You read the synopsis?” “I read everything before accepting a project,” he replied firmly. I opened one of the catalogs and stopped at a page. A palette of grayish blue, with a faint touch of pale cream in one corner. Soft, yet still carrying a cool undertone. “This,” I said quietly. “This feels right.” Rudolf stepped closer. Not too close, but close enough to see clearly. “This is good. It leaves room to show the main character’s fragility without weakening her.”