Merah Vermilion Novels & Stories

Herminia placed her hand on her forehead, “how many times should I tell you colors doesn’t matter, I only followed because—" “No, it matters a lot, Herminia…” Flavius interrupted as he stared into Herminia’s hazel eyes, “red, green, brown, blue, orange, purple, yellow, pink, greenish-brown you name it, each and every one of them have their behavioristic psychology. And we all know my favorite among them is red— red means danger—and strength—and passion—and ambition—and—" Jared interrupted, “Caneloveft?” Flavius turned to him, “Lord Jared?”

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

But then… I still. My breath catches as the realization dawns. No. I’ve never seen a wolf with my coloring before. Not in the Zervos pack. Not in any pack. Not in any book. Most werewolves have the same coat colors as wild wolves—grays, whites, browns, blacks. But coppery-red? I shake my head slowly. “I… I’ve never thought about it before. I was so excited to have a wolf at all that…”

While getting home, I thought about the following points related to my topic. This then got printed in the newspaper the next day as an article by me. Part I The red colour of Mars isn't due to any chemicals being actively "burnt" on the planet. It results from a more passive process called oxidation, explicitly involving the mineral hematite.

“First, the Oreiades are preparing a path using water from the River Lethe—the same one Achilleus was dipped into. Makes you temporarily invulnerable. It’ll last forever on the demi-gods in your group. For the rest, it’s temporary—but long enough.” “That’s awesome! We’re going to be like Achilleus!” Rowen whispers to Jared and Summer—loud enough that I still hear it. Summer shushes him, but yeah. It is awesome. “And second,” Hermes adds, “this.” Out of thin air, he pulls a sword. And turns to me. His eyes lock onto mine. That blue is unreal—like staring into a frozen storm. His expression flickers between intensity and... something else. Lust? Hate? Curiosity? Whatever it is, it twists in my

The Pack Doctor also stretched his voice to help, "Yes, it is the red potion commonly used to treat scrapes, or we Alpha have common sense, unlike some so-called gifted students, see some common medicine are fussed." I was not convinced. I grabbed the bottle of medicine from Xavier's hand and said, "Who says I don't know, mercurochrome , the scientific name of red bromine mercury, is indeed used to treat cuts and scrapes." I continued, "But I have just used iodine to disinfect, iodine and red bromine mercury mixed will produce a chemical reaction, the generation of toxic mercury iodide. You're simply trying to make my wound hurt for a few days."

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

“Are you sure that we’re not lost?” “Yeah. We’re––” His demeanor changed when his flashlight fell on a tree. “What’s that?” Andrew held his breath as Jean approached the enormous tree. The flashlight illuminated something red. On close inspection, they noticed the sacred silk clothes, threads, and a few other items they didn’t recognize tied to its branches and trunk as some sort of offering. Vermilion coated the trunk as if it were a second skin. Jean reached out, touching the scarlet pigment, rubbing it between his fingers. Andrew recognized the powdered mineral cinnabar widely used by the villagers. He deduced it must represent something important to them.

His hands were shaking but this was to be done! " No, dear Marcus. Don't think about that! I know about your weak heart. You're incapable of killing. I know your mother didn't commit suicide. Tell me, where's she? " roared Ritha but before Marcus could reply, a shrill scream erupted from outside. ❤❤❤❤❤ The morning was woken up by clattering of metals which were being sharpend. Augustus painted around one legion in Madder root ( Rubia Tanctorum) , a red dye. The red colour