Merah Vermilion Novels & Stories

My mind roves back in time to being in that terrible fortress with all of those ghostly, unmoving people in their gray cloaks. “Not gray.” I shift from foot to foot. “I apologize.” “The official colors of Meridem are yellow and crimson,” she offers. I suck my teeth and sigh. “Butter yellow, and a softer red is fine.” She nods and begins to turn out of the room, but stops, her hand resting on the gilded doorknob. “Ma’am?” “Yes?” “If you’d like… if it’s appropriate…” “Yes?” I press. Little lines of unease crease between her brows.

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

Aleena’s POV . Because of the date now, I had to unpack two of my bags and take out all the red dresses which I had with me. If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent

Aleena’s POV . Because of the date now, I had to unpack two of my bags and take out all the red dresses which I had with me. If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

Something was about to happen but what. “I guess it is time, my King.” Mercy pulled him out of his thoughts. He gazed at her and she gave him a tight smile. "Tell me who started this stupid custom?" Vladimir mumbled in a bored tone as he looked at the females dressed in different shades of red at which he barely managed not to scowl at them. Red was known to be the most desired color for a Vampire. Exotic yet enchanting. But seeing all the women dressed in red probably in trying to appear somehow appealing to Vladimir, the color lost its charm.

,, She opened her mouth to speak but The fire in his eyes screamed volumes but he shook his head "No , not yet" He dried her hairs and filled the hair partition with Red vermillion and again she closed eyes in sensation . The effect she was having on herself because of his touches , warmness and nearness that was purely messing with her mind and heart . Seeing her again in red Vermillion filled joy and peace in his heart and at last he put a dot of red vermillion in the middle of her brows like a bindi , Completely coloured her in his favourite colour Red He pulled her towel and Feeling extremely nervous , She looked away all the time from him .

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the

Various bizarre symbols began forming, an attempt by the boy to recreate the riddle from the beginning before forgetting anything that could be proven crucial for finding the solution. Colors and gems, as well as a name I have never heard before. How are they correlated between them? Scarlet and red are maybe connected with the rubies and bloodstones? And perhaps the color teal is considered to have some relation with the aquamarine and the emerald. Then, what about Mithril and orange? No, Mithril's color is silver; I am missing something for sure. There is also that man named Kale Eleguards remaining. I have to, at least for now, make sure not to forget his name...

The winding crimson of shame, the chilling green of violation, the murky depth of that intimate humiliation, the blue tear. “The work is raw,” he pronounced. “Powerful, but vulnerable. The colors can smudge. The memory can fade.” He stopped in front of her, holding up the bottle. “This is damar varnish. It protects. It seals. It gives the painting its final, luminous finish. A hard finish. Impervious. And obscenely glossy.”