Green Ivy Super Hero Novels & Stories

His hands turned me to face the mirror again, "Miss Ivy, Poison looks amazing on you." The deep emerald green showcased the redness of my hair. My pale skin didn't look transparent and veiny but cool and light. The satin was soft and delicate as it lightly fit my body, almost like an extension. The slits from my shoulders to my wrists allowed my arms to move freely. Even though the slits on the sides were nearly at my waist, it was tastefully revealing. The backless part of the gown matched the plunging neckline in the front. Wow. "Come on out!" Howard exclaimed and pulled back the curtain with haste.

I'll add Cerulean for her blush. A combination of Burnt Sienna, Terra Rosa, Viridian and White would be perfect for her contours, this would give justice to the height of her cheek bones, emphasizing every edge, each soft curve. For her beautiful wavy hair, Transparent Oxide Red, Viridian, White and Tera Rosa, which will present the waves and the silk elegantly. I inhaled the scent of paint and the wet canvas, and I imagined Candice to be a girl who loves lavender and so I mixed the pigments Rose and Ultramarine Blue for the background which created a perfect soft purple, like lavender.

The heat was overwhelming, pushing against our skin, but none of us were harmed. From the flames, three distinct lights emerged. The first was golden, like the sun’s rays wrapping around Cora, filling her with a warmth that radiated from her core. The second was a deep, earthy green, spiraling around Rose, grounding her in a way that felt like the earth itself was breathing through her. Ivy’s body, once lifeless, was now glowing with a brilliant silver glow.

Then, he put his hands together—palm to palm—and a green light started to swirl around his hand as a vine with a neon green glow appeared from his hand. The vine looked surreal and was imbued with a mysterious energy. The young man shot out his right hand with a cry and the vine rushed toward the obsidian like a poisonous snake. The green vine struck the obsidian violently with an extraordinary force and yet the obsidian did not move an inch. The young man had used all his energy for the attack causing his body to destabilize as droplets of hot sweat trickled down from his forehead. He was gasping for breath and looked exhausted.