Fenton Fairy Lamp Blue Novels & Stories

It’s going to have a kind of cosy, cottage vibe going on. We went to a flea market the other week and I managed to find some vases that would fit in with the scheme and the best thing, a retro standing lamp. One of those ones that are stainless steel and curve over with a big stainless steel dome light head. It’s an original and I got it for under forty dollars. It was a bargain.

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

Her face was not as round anymore, but heart shape. She had high cheekbones and a button nose placed neatly over full lips. Her eyes were a deep emerald green before, framed by long, sooty lashes. Beforehand her eye color was light teal. Her hair was pure silk, cascading down to the middle of her back like an inky black waterfall, which was also very new; there was no way Damien and Cora wouldn't notice that his hair had grown several inches overnight.

*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few

With a determined expression, she points to her selection, signaling her choice. Finrir, after a moment of consideration, nods toward an oxyplant featuring oval leaves. Its unique characteristics catch his attention, and he feels a connection to it. Tritan's attention turns to a particular oxyplant, recognizing it as his sister's favorite. With one of its many ancestors being an orchid, this oxyplant boasts vibrant purple blooms speckled with bioluminescent patterns.

“My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.” Her lashes were lighter, almost blonde. It was possible she dyed her hair. She had tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and under her eyes. “Oh?” “Yes. Now, my deal. You can stay and pull that gun away from me or you die.” I pressed a little harder against her neck. “One wrong move, your blood will splatter all over the floor. Since you’re pale, you’ll die in a matter of seconds, Iris.” “You’ll die with me, Colton. That’s a promise.”

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

Christian Purues his lips and lets her hand go moving towards the stone basins representing Vampires. The fairies arrive first. Their presence is like the shift in the air before a storm — light but sharp, electric. Maren steps into the clearing with her head held high, her silvery-blue hair cascading down her back like flowing water. Her wings shimmer faintly, their glow barely visible in the fading daylight. She glances at Elizabeth and gives a small nod. “We are ready,” she says with a calm, steady voice.

A Vision of Lavender and Light As Analina steps into the grand hall for her birthday celebration, she is greeted by a breathtaking transformation. The room glows in hues of soft lavender and pearlescent white, delicate strands of fairy lights weaving overhead like a canopy of stars. Opulent swags of lavender tulle cascade from the ceiling softly pooling at the corners of the room, where bouquets of fresh lilacs and violets exude a gentle, calming fragrance.