Indigo X Green 18 Novels & Stories

Adam and Hannah went to the ugly door while Dave, Terrence, Vhiann, Kesiah and Kiarra together with Gio and Xian went to the beautiful door. Yes! They decided to separately enter the door they chose to enter. The one who chose to enter the beautiful door watched the color changing and the sequence of the colors it shows repeatedly. Kiarra says red, Terrence says orange, Vhiann says yellow, Dave says green, Kesiah says blue, Gio says indigo and Xian shouted the last color, viiioooooleeeeet. R - RED O - ORANGE Y - YELLOW G - GREEN B - BLUE I - INDIGO

Based on the transparent color, it could be vodka or gin. It seemed that I did not have to try that hard because the next second, he told me. “It is just soda, Xy.” “What?” I quickly glanced up and met his beautiful eyes. Eros had a central Heterochromia. It was a condition that caused his eyes to have two colors: light blue and deep green. The one around his iris was light blue, just like the morning sky in the summer, while the rest was deep, moss green, like the dampened grass after the rain. His eyes were beautiful. “I want a real drink,” I protested, giving him a pointed look.

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.

The long legs dangled over one armrest, the head lay on the other. Cat stood in front of the floor-length mirror and looked at herself not exactly convinced. As expected, the model of choice shone in indigo and cyan blue as well as light green, stood out clearly against her pale skin. It didn't have a large neckline, but the fabric was transparent above the chest and all over the back.

"It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. " Her mouth curled into a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Indigo blue! Let's go with indigo blue! It could be just perfect! We could order indigo flowers for the decorations and mix them with some white, and it will look amazing!" She giggled, searching through her catalog to show me what she had in mind. The pictures she showed me presented amazing flower arrangements and fancy table settings. My lips rushed to form a smile as I saw the gentle mix of white and deep, vivid blue. I instinctively knew these colors suited him—they suited us.

"once you pour even a little vervain on her she'll react. She'll wince and her blood will start to boil then her eyes will turn either pure black or blood red." "So you don't even know what color a vampire's eyes are?" "No, we know. When a vampire's eyes are pitch black it means they don't feed off of humans, they feed off of animals and they're not that strong. When a vampire's eyes are red that means they're a big threat."

Indra's mouths involuntarily turn up in a smile. The Brook Horse, Viridi, shimmers softly under the Northern Lights, he’s an impressive sight with his majestic height and intense inky black and seaweed green shades. On his wide back sits Brage and Vimar. Indra is relieved to see them and can't help but to smile and wave cheerfully. Julien stands a little further away and watches them as they approach the massive gate. Indra steers Rubrum towards the group of creatures. She throws her leg over Rubrum’s neck and jumps off his back in a smooth movement.

Purple rose up to his full height: He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: "I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey." Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination: "Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace."

Ten days left. "Aurora?" Claire stood in the doorway. She held a stack of fabric swatches for the lobby. "The indigo or the charcoal?" Claire asked. "Marcus says charcoal is more durable. I say indigo has more soul." "Indigo," Aurora said automatically. Then she stopped. She looked at the swatches. "Wait. Let me see." She forced herself to focus. She forced her brain to engage with textures and weave counts, pushing the biological countdown into the background.

The Green Drawing Room is quieter than I expected it to be. Pale winter light filters through tall windows, breaking apart on the thick clouds beyond before pooling in uneven patches across the intricate rug beneath our feet. Every shade of green imaginable lies woven into the fabric—moss and jade, seafoam and deep olive—colors rich enough to speak of distant lands and conquered artisans.