Green Vibes Novels & Stories

VANESSA'S POV The walk back from the sacred grove was unlike any journey I had ever taken. The very air tasted different-cleaner, sweeter, charged with a vitality that made every breath feel like the first. The forest itself seemed to rejoice; leaves shimmered with a deeper green, flowers bloomed with impossible vibrancy, and the very sunlight felt warmer on my skin. The oppressive sorrow that had clung to the land for centuries was gone, replaced by a profound, thrumming peace.

Ogimaa Binesi called and texted several times and I ignored him a little. I searched for Eric West online. I got a lot of people, but not him. It's a popular name. The guy intrigued me. I won't lie. Buzz buzz buzz 6:15 Alarm. Rise and shine... Today is the beginning of Spirit Week. I'm going for blue. Like the colour of our teams. The Vikings. White regular fit jeans. Royal blue blouse and coat. White ankle heels boots and tote bag. Wavy Beach hair and the make-up as natural as it gets.

Chapter: 83 ****** VALE: “Vale…” he moaned again, and the sound was intoxicating. With every thrust of my fingers and stroke of my hand, I watched as his face transformed, a mix of bliss and need that made my heart race. The air around us seemed to shimmer with energy as my pheromones enveloped him, swirling in misty blue and white hues, filling the room with a warmth that was uniquely ours.

It was exquisitely captivating— the mesmerizing rich color that resided in his golden eyes. It wasn't just his eyes that were stunning, but also his finely sculptured facial features and statuesque stature of 6'7 (ca. 201 cm). Goodness, why did he have to be so tall? They say green is the strongest color because it symbolizes the arrival of spring after the cold winter days. A particular shade of green resonates with the essence of nature, and in her eyes, he saw the vibrant blades of fresh grass and blooming buds, evoking memories of warm sunshine and fragrant flowers.

The moment I stepped into the forest, everything shifted. The air around me, the energy within me—it all synchronized so perfectly I could hardly breathe. I felt liberated, like I was finally somewhere I belonged. The environment called to me, just as I’d suspected it would. Maybe that’s why green was the color our powers embodied. It was the color of nature—of life, of renewal, of wildness uncontained. I could feel Aries behind me, silent and still, but I didn’t need to turn to know. His presence was unmistakable. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.

"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.

Rebecca told Gabriel, "I almost bought you a green dress, but then I figured you probably wouldn't wear it." "Why not buy him a green hat instead?" Kaitlyn said playfully. Rebecca and Josette both burst out laughing. Even after years abroad, Kaitlyn still had her sharp sense of humor. "Green is a symbol of vitality, Ms. Designer," Gabriel said helplessly. "Yeah," Rebecca said seriously. "Men actually look good in green. Vance wore one while dancing." "Vance?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

’We are above this. Artemis. The voice of reason. I take her advice and choose the high road. “You know, green really isn’t your color.” I say to her. She sneers at me. “Are you color blind? I’m not wearing green.” I give her what I hope is a kind smile. “Green. It’s the color associated with emotions like envy and jealousy. They aren’t attractive on anyone, and that includes you.” “And why would I be jealous of you?” She practically spits out.

The shadows allow a trickling breeze to cool my skin, and I almost shiver. Everything here is so . . . green. I fucking love it. My home is just blue, blue, blue. Oh there is some teal, and a little bit of blue. Any green we see is, you guessed it, blue-green. But green is just lovely and new. It’s refreshing, the color of living. It’s the color of my current home. Green is the color of thriving, magical, and glorious isolation. Like I’m on vacation. For-fucking-ever.

Violet Before I knew it, the day of the Luna ceremony had arrived, and the entire Midnight Park hotel was alive with energy. Guests from across the nation, and even a few international figures, poured into the grand venue. It was an opulent spectacle—lavish floral arrangements in deep Midnight blues, Darkmoon’s vibrant violet, and silvers adorned every corner, the air rich with the hum of chatter and the clink of champagne glasses.