Merah Vermilion Novels & Stories

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

He abruptly lets go of me and because I wasn't expecting it, I fall onto hard ground. I ignore the pain because it's nothing compared to the anguish on Santiago's face. Wow, he's really hurt and it's not just the asshole who sleeps with his mom who did this, but it's also me. I guess if I was color I would be red and not just any red but firery red, the kind that burns everything it touches.

Okay since my characters are Indian and a lot of my readers are also Indian, if I made any mistakes on the vermilion part, please do correct me as I don't know much about it, I've only seen it in the Bollywood movies and dramas hahah. And for those who don't know...I think the vermilion is like a red power women wear indicating that they are married. When they get married, the groom applies that power on her head or hairline. (I mean that's what I've seen in the films) Hahahah *nervous laugh*

I asked cautiously. “I don’t like repeating myself, Ms. Johnson.” Lancelin sighed and flipped through the pages of the file he had in front of him. I picked up the box and opened it to reveal a small, gorgeous looking lipstick tube. Placing the box and my planner on the desk, I took out the tiny tube and brought it closer to my eyes for inspection. The name Esteem Amber was written in gold on the side of the tube and I had a vague feeling that it was inscribed in real gold. Half of the tube was transparent with a giant ruby crystal at the very top of the tube and the bottom half was made of some kind of black metal. The tube itself was lightweight and the lipstick inside was a brilliant red,

Liya said, pointing to a smear of red across my palette. I snorted. “It’s literally just red.” “No, Madam, it’s blood orange,” she insisted with all the seriousness in the world. “See? It’s the shade of your husband’s temper.” Leina choked on a laugh, covering her mouth like she wasn’t allowed to find that funny. “Don’t drag me into your nonsense,” I muttered, dragging the brush across the canvas anyway. “It’s just crimson.” “Crimson,” Leina repeated softly, testing the word like it belonged in her mouth. “Sounds like trouble.”

she says, commenting on my odd eye colour. Smiling, I continue, “And each Alpha has a pack colour—Rune with crimson, Cassian with emerald green, and Malachi with royal blue. I was thinking we could incorporate these colours along with different shades of purple flowers. What do you think?” Amina’s face lit up, her eyes showing a flash of creative genius. “That’s a brilliant idea! We could use lavender and lilac for their calming and healing properties, to soothe any wedding jitters.”

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

Many already had been paired with their mates, and only a few humans reamined to stay in their houses once the mixer ended. "To the south, where the moon and light sources hide most of their light, lays the Kingdom of Vermillion. It holds its own special light from the foliage. Green grass is tipped with red, signifying the Vermillion colors it's named after. The low lighting gives growth to plants that wouldn't otherwise grow in the other lands of Bergarian, making the crops yield at higher prices and fill the stomachs of those that need nourishment from the land," Christine hummed, burrowing deeper into my chest. Her legs had somehow straddled my lap, making me chuckle. Rubbing up and down

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They slid down to the pommel, until they reached the small piece of fabric that was swaying in the wind, the gold and red I had used for embroidery standing out. Gold was an obvious choice, but red wasn't. I should have used black or dark blue, which were the colors of his family's coat of arms, but… As the needle traced the designs, that crimson color practically materialized in my hand. When I thought of his face, it was those shades of gold and red that filled my mind, almost like a feeling. And even though that embroidery was far from the most beautiful among all those I had seen on the swords of other competitors, it was that handkerchief that Adrien held carefully. That's in it his fin