Merah Vermilion Novels & Stories

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

It was beauty sharp enough to cut. And that wasn’t even taking into account the scales. Where the mermaids surrounding her had scales one set color, this woman’s seemed to combine each one. There were shades of vibrant ruby, followed by emerald, sapphire, and even topaz. As the light shifted, so did their color. A crown of shell—or possibly bone—rose from the dark tresses of her hair, standing in spires that ended in razor sharp points. “Who,” I exhaled. “Is that?”

"I was going to free Merri regardless of this notice." "I'm glad." Austin muttered, closing the door behind him. He could not wait to share the news with Merrigold, his flower. One that Blooms naturally in golden, orange, yellow, and white colors, often with maroon highlights. Beautiful Floral heads generally with both ray florets and disc florets. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, he could only think whoever named her knew what they were doing. They had seen her beauty and quickly compared it to the most beautiful flower there is. Her inner beauty was more mesmerizing than anything else.

Connery murmured. The rust-colored liquid’s color deepened to the rich red which had caused it to be called “blood” by ancient witches. She used tongs to lift the vial from the stand, and carefully added it to the bowl of ingredients that would complete its transformation into the spell component known of as “Dragon’s Blood.” As it mixed, veins of glowing orange and cinder black spread through the liquid, giving it the appearance of hot lava, although if a person were fool enough to stick their finger into the mixture, it would be cool to the touch… before it melted the flesh from the bone and turned the bone to ash.

It is early morning as still there is fog in the air. Giving him a last glance she went into the washroom and freshen up. Coming out she wore a red stiff saree, a golden border with a metallic gold patch design, and a blouse with a beautiful knot on her back. Leaving her hair back she put a bindi on her forehead and then applied a pinch of vermilion on her partition. A significance that shows her marital status with her husband. Apart from that, a culture is to be followed by married women in Hindu culture. A sensitive and precious thing that every married woman cherishes with a pinch of vermilion on their head. A feeling of life that is shared by her husband is shown in this small pinch of

He raised his brow at the sight as he received it. Verena smiled. "Since you'll be substituting in for Azazel while he's away, it's a potion that will turn your hair blonde like his. However, you will be unable to turn your eyes crimson because that is a trait shared by the Imperial family. That's why I predicted it will turn into light magenta." Verena explained as Olivier listened intently, his gaze fixed on the potion as he sweated and gulped. (... This two people--) He slowly raised his head to see Azazel and Verena, both of whom were smiling at him.

As I was trying to support myself to stand, my groom grabbed my hand. "Don't leave me at the altar Princess." His voice sweetened the atmosphere. For a moment I felt like I had lost my memory, so I sat down willingly and the priest start the rituals. We exchanged rings but when the guy put Vermillion on my forehead, it turned dark immediately. The priest again said it was a bad omen. "I have never seen this before." The priest said shocked after the Vermillion had turned dark. But the guy wasn't shocked.

he mutters. I roll my eyes with a small smile. "I'm just starting easy. Mine is burgundy." He makes a face. "I don't know what color that is," he says. "It's kind of like a deep, really rich brown color with just a little red―actually it's about the same color as your eyes," I mutter, my lip quirking up in a small smile. I see just the hint of a smile on his face but then it's gone. "I guess mine would have to be blue but not like the sky blue, more like the river when it's full of the tiny green fish kind of blue."

Ahana said and they both started to buy colours as they have arranged a party in Ahana's house They bought all the needed things, even items for making Thandai and sweets. After finishing their shopping they both were returning when Muskan noticed a really unique colour. It was aqua blue Only one packet of that colour was left. Muskan goes towards the shop and about to take the packet another person also puts his hand on it. "Bhaiya I want this packet." The man said "oh hello I saw this packet first so I'm taking it only." muskan said "Sir," the shopkeeper tried to say something but could not Because of their bickering

I said, thoughtfully. “Nice to meet you, girl in Indian red,” he answered, as we shook hands briefly. “It’s crimson red, actually,” I disagreed. Painting was my passion and I knew the names of the colors. He raised an eyebrow, while starting the engine. “I think it’s Indian red.” “No, Indian red is lighter than this dress. It’s crimson.” I explained like a nerd. “Okay, I will see it again when there is more light. To be continued,” he joked and I sighed, shaking my head at his response.