Evo Matte Red Novels & Stories

Now it’s blood skies, cracked rock, magma pits, sulfur vents, and jagged cliffs like the underworld is bleeding through the cracks. The Matrix is real, Neo. And we are so very screwed. In the distance, a sharp screech echoes—like steel grating against steel. It grinds up my spine like a chainsaw. Then we see her. Ītzpāpālōtl. Ten feet tall, rippling with sinewy muscle. Jaguar claws for hands, eagle talons for feet. Her obsidian wings hiss and grind like knives being sharpened midair, and her face is part-human, part-insect skull. She is a walking weapon, nightmare-made-flesh, and we’re supposed to fight that.

She called my name, and it sounded so beautiful in her mouth. I looked up and for the first time since I met her, I could see her face clearly now. Despite the night, her face seems illuminated. What a wonder! What a woman. She had the most unique eyes I've ever seen, her eye color seems to be a mixture of purple and red with a hint of black surrounding them. Her hair is pure silver, it glows just like the moon, her face is the most beautiful of all she'd seen, her lips perfectly carved and full. How can a woman be so beautiful? There was something strange about her and I could feel it.

Carter- The smile that my mate wares as we drive away from the house after welcoming the pups into our house is bright and full of light as if she had found the greatest treasure to ever exist. Her hand held tight in mine as I drive I catch a glimpse of a red Honda four-door behind us in the rearview mirror and shift in my seat preparing for what ever this might bring. Ferrah sensing my change sits up and shifts in her seat to glance in her side mirror. ‘Who do you think it is’ she asks in the link

She prowled around me, uneasiness welled up within me as I realized my helpless position. “You are not, your mate on the other hand is priceless. And the way to get to your mate is to get to you which I already have.” “Stay away from Caelum!” “For someone whose mother orchestrated the sob story that is the story of his life, you seem pretty overprotective.” She drew up a chair besides me and sat gingerly on it, “tell me, have you ever wondered why his eyes turns red when his wolf takes over fully instead of remaining black like the others?”

His smell gets stronger as I get closer to him. When I enter Angelo's it only takes a moment to locate my mate as my nose, and my wolf, lead me right to him. Now that I can clearly see him in the lights of the restaurant I see that his honey coloured eyes have gold flecks in them and are outlined in a black ring. His brown hair has a slight red tone to it and his fair but sun kissed skin is impossibly smooth. He is wearing tight black jeans and a loose dark blue t-shirt with an open short sleeved dress shirt over top. His hair is brushed but appears to have no product in it as it lightly floats at the smallest hint of a breeze in the air from the restaurant's AC unit. When I walk in he stand

My fingers traced the edges of the necklace. “The uniqueness of this necklace,” Evelyn continued, her tone unwavering, “is its color shift. Up close, it appears pitch black, absorbing light. But from a distance, it transforms—charcoal grey, then almost white, depending on the angle. It’s designed to mimic the nature of perception—nothing is truly one color, not under every light.” Some of the executives nodded, murmuring their appreciation. One leaned forward, adjusting his glasses. “Impressive. What material allows the shift?”

I want something that screams at personality change, while still giving a hot and seductive look. “Crimson red.” I say. “Wonderful choice Mrs. Andrea.”

As Matthias strolled into this hidden cavern, he began to approve of Evan’s choice. Evan, on the other hand, had taken a liking to the over-the-top decorations and the old-school track lights that basked the room in jarring neon colors. There was something particularly laid-back and deviant about the almost disco-inspired surrounding for which he had developed an acquired taste.

She said, ignoring my sudden bad mood. I follow her without saying anything, Damon close behind. If only I could fight with him now I would punch him with my nails in his arm. I know my face and what works or doesn't work on me, so I immediately identify the products I'm going to use. I'm not a big fan of flash colors. I either wear lip gloss or quite dark colors, although this is rare. And of course red. You can never go wrong with red. “You know what,” Ella calls out to me, “The Westwood company tried to buy Mac.”

Ronnie said reassuringly. The brunette opened her red color wheel and passed the tablet to her cousin. Esper graciously accepted the device and peered at the colors. She gazed at all of the colors, debating between Seraph’s normal crimson eyes or his lust-filled blood-red eyes. Taking into account the white exoskeleton, Esper decided on the blood-red tint. “This one,” Esper commented as she pointed to her selection. Ronnie dragged the color to the sketch and filled the dress, causing both of the vampires’ eyes to light up. The dress was extraordinary, with the new color added. The contrast between the red and white made the exoskeleton pop.