Languid Blue Novels & Stories

“You’ve been in the studio since six.” I picked up the fork, moving the food around the plate. “The light was good today. I think I almost found the right shade of blue. Not the ocean blue. The blue of the sky just before it goes black.” Zander sat across from me, his eyes fixed on his own plate. His hair was longer now, touched with more silver than it should have been at his age. “That’s a hard color to catch. It’s a transition. It doesn’t want to stay still.”

Her fingers opened slowly, almost unconsciously holding her breath. The moment the lid lifted—the candlelight caught on the crystal inside, scattering a soft, mesmerizing glow. An oval-cut pendant, clean and precise, glowed in a deep shade of blue. Not a bright, striking blue—but something calmer, like the surface of the sea as night begins to fall. Within it, the crystal caught the light in soft reflections, as if there were layers of quiet radiance living inside. It wasn’t flashy, not overly dazzling—and that was exactly what made it look so expensive.

She falls back as soon as she rises, but not before her eyes meet my gaze. I lean in and stare at her from so close that I can see the specks of black in her eyes. I have met Lana Redley before. Her eyes…were a cool blue color—a shade that resembled the color of a clear sky. Now…her eyes are like crystals, a color so blue, so dark that it almost appears black. It’s like I am staring into the depths of a frozen ocean, a cruel, hardened form of water. The sparks rush up my arms, slowly inching closer to my chest, to my cold heart.

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.

Lucy held the stone up to the light, admiring the way it caught the moon's rays and reflected them back with an ethereal, otherworldly glow. The stone itself was a deep shade of blue, the color of the night sky just before dawn. Its surface was flecked with tiny specks of silver, like stars scattered across the heavens. As Lucy turned the stone over in her hand, she could see that it was not just a single shade of blue, but rather a spectrum of colors that seemed to shift and change with every movement.

BRYNN POV Lila laid the dress out on the bed with delicate care, like she always did, as if she were setting the table for a guest of honor. Silk, powder blue, soft enough to slip through my fingers like water. It stopped just above the knee, the spaghetti straps delicate, the neckline cut lower than my comfort allowed. “Powder blue suits you,” Lila said, smoothing the fabric flat. She didn’t look at me when she said it. She didn’t need to.

They were a striking shade of beautiful blue, like deep sapphire pools, reflecting the tranquillity of the morning sky. Embarrassment flushed through me, my cheeks warming with a blush as I stood there, caught in the midst of my clumsy mishap. Yet, his expression softened, and a warmth radiated from his beautiful blue eyes. They held a tenderness that made my heart flutter, a connection that spoke of shared moments and unspoken emotions. Even in this vulnerable state, his eyes conveyed a reassurance, as if to say, "It's alright, Nesta."

at least her door step. "Yes, we've her boss"The girl froze when the person in the car spoke, she thought of following him them to find out what they were really planning on doing but a last thought of her mother made her close her eyes again, her mouth moving in great speed as she chant a spell and in a swift moment she was home,curled up on her blue couch. Her room was interior were all in blue,starting from her beryl blue armchairs,baby blue bed head board,her nice blue soft teddies,her Casey blue blanket,her midnight blue wardrobe everything was all blue and gorgeous.

“There has to be a story there, but Daemon is the most secretive member of the warriors I know. He barely talks. No one knows a thing about him, other than his… well... his…” "Sleeping around?" I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet again. "You can say it, Lena. Everyone in the Blue Moon Pack knows it, even if they don't talk about it." “Yeah,” she sighed. “That.” Lean moved towards me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my feet. I stepped out of it and walked to the bathroom. “You can go to bed, Lena. I want to be alone.” “Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…”