Green Skin Novels & Stories

He finished with a scary smile. His eyes were green, a very light and odd shade of green that made my skin crawl instantly and my heart rate speed up. It didn't make sense that my hands were not confined because the more danger I felt, the higher my instinct to hurt them, and it was growing by the minute. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and wipe the smile from both their faces.

The fitting room became a sanctuary, a space where possibilities unfolded and where the reflection in the mirror reflected not only the dresses but also the love and support that Erdem showered upon me. Finally, amidst this symphony of fabric and style, a dress emerged that seemed to embody everything I had envisioned. The predominant colour of the dress is a captivating sage green, reminiscent of nature's most enchanting foliage. As the light gracefully danced upon the fabric, a subtle sheen emerged, further enhancing the visual appeal and imbuing the dress with a delicate touch of glamour.

"I think this visit is important." "So the green sweater," I said. "Yes," he said. "Also green is a good geological color. It suggests mineral awareness." Amara looked at me. I looked at her. "Mineral awareness," she said. "Yes," he said. "Like malachite. Malachite is green because of the copper content. Green communicates that you understand that color has meaning." He sat down and ate his oatmeal. Amara pressed her fingers flat on the table. The grounding gesture.

I do too, I think to myself guiltily. I close my eyes, trying to enjoy the moment, but he has other ideas. He lifts my chin up with his thumb and makes me look directly into his eyes. My breath catches in my throat when I stare into his beautiful green eyes directly. I have never seen them from this close an angle before. His eyes are dark green near the pupil and become lighter towards the rim. From afar you'd think it's just green, but if you look close enough, the area near the rim is a light green color and there are flecks of gold in the green regions, too.

"It's a Coca-Cola ad, Cale. It's designed to be aggressive." "And the trees," Cale continued, shifting his gaze to the blur of the forest lining the highway. "Green. But not just green. There are variations. Olive. Emerald. A dark, brownish green that looks like decay." "That's called nature." "It is overwhelming," Cale whispered. "The data input. Before, it was just grey shapes. Now, every leaf has a frequency." "Does it hurt?" Elion asked, concern creeping into his voice. "No. It feels... loud. But a good loud. Like an orchestra tuning up."

With hesitation, he muttered, "Green. I think that's the color of life." I nodded. "Good." I stepped forward with my right foot pressing firmly on the ground. I made a quick hand seal and then the air began to shift. A faint pulse of energy spread outward like ripples in water and the dry soil shivered. The cracked earth started to glow. Alpha Nicholas gasped softly as green light spread through the yard. The dead grass turned vibrant again and flowers started blooming along the paths. From white lilies, to orchids, all sprang out of nowhere. The cold breeze turned warm with a scent of life.

Her voice is low, steady, each word clear and controlled. The charm starts to warm again. Slowly at first, then more. The heat spreads into my fingers, then into my palms. A tingling follows, sharp and strange, like pins brushing under my skin. The magic builds. I can feel it moving, gathering, waking up. A soft green light appears. It flickers once, then steadies. It grows brighter, wrapping around my hands, painting my skin in that eerie glow. The color is deep, almost too vivid. It makes everything else seem dull in comparison.

Under my fingertips I felt his skin harden and I watched it with intense interest. Scales. Almost like you’d see on a fish but much harder. They formed over his skin right beneath my hands. As I looked back at Jack’s face it was changing too, his skin was a green silver hue. “Nox, that’s far enough. We’re indoors brother,” Finch warned, gently rubbing the back of his hand over Jack’s cheek. Almost like a mother would do. Jack nodded, understanding. I watched with great interest as his skin slowly returned to normal. It didn’t seem like it was painful for him or bothered him really at all. I was completely fascinated.

My height? “Wait, how tall am I now?” I ask, looking myself over. “I’d say 7’7,” says Oshmin. I take a deep breath letting this all sink in. I guess I wasn’t as prepared as I thought for all these changes. I don’t know why it never occurred to me this would happen. It's clear from looking at the other Gods that there is a specific look in common, why would I be exempt? But why? Why did it have to be green?! It looks fabulous on Fretez, but not on me. Though at least it’s not lime green. I suppose I can tolerate a deep, dark green better than any other shade. Still not a fan though.

“Don’t get your hope, though. There has been no successful case until now.” Noah closed the door and strode toward me. A lopsided grin spread across his face, making me confused. Why would he smile when I was failing? Noah squatted down and grabbed my arms gently. “You sure?” He asked, eyes rooted on my skin. “Then why your skin turned green?” “Huh?” Noah showed my skin which had been filled with ugly green dots. Automatically, I covered my mouth. My eyes still looked at my hands in a daze. Did I manage to do it?