Mệnh Mộc Hợp Màu Gì นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he stated. I heaved a sigh of relief because I had assumed it was something horrifying. "Oh, I see. What those colors mean?" I inquired. No, I should stop here because it's getting a little too much for him. "Hmm... Well, our eyes turn green when we are very pleased, grey when we are sad, hazel with a hint of black surrounding it when we are angry, violet when we are astonished, and..." he hesitated briefly before continuing. "Crimson coupled with electrifying blue when lust overtakes, you can say when we are in a mood, that's pretty much it," he added in one breath.

For the past centuries, Soles from either sides hadn't found the Vermilion yet. This Vermilion was the one power that could stop the other. This was the reason as to why the world had still been experiencing two opposing forces; light and dark, good and evil. Because no one had succeeded in finding the power source Vermilion yet. This was the reason why the Vermilion was so important to be found and be kept, especially by the Ibawnons, so as to maintain the balance of the world. For if the Malignobons would have it, nothing but darkness and chaos would surely be spread to the whole world.

And there was no more opportune moment to address our underlying issues than now. The brothers answered in turn: Asher, Caspian, and finally, Malachi. "Red." "Silver-gray." "Rose pink." I frowned, expecting a different response. Something more akin to gray, ash, or black... muted tones that resonated with their personalities and reputations. Asher's penchant for vibrant colors was understandable; his personality was naturally vivacious. But Caspian and Malachi? My eyes narrowed, and a sudden realization dawned. The colors they had chosen were all derived from me.

He nods as if this makes perfect sense. “So, Maia’s power is red. As the parent, her color was stronger than Artemis’s which was orange. Alessia’s is different, having the ability to direct her aura, so hers was a different color but blended into yours making it an altogether different color. And you were able to manipulate the power of all three of you combined into one.” He summarizes. “Yes.” “Healing power is yellow, as you may have seen by the glow in my hand when I healed Tula. I wonder if you could find Alessia's healing power and draw from it.”

But as they say, you can't promise anything. I looked at Damien. Will I ever fall for him? Maybe. Maybe not. Damien opened his mouth, "As odd it may sound but I'm curious to know, where does Li get the color of her eyes?... You have hazel eyes while Mr Woods have blue but Li, hers are forest green ." Forest Green ? I remembered yesterday when he mentioned forest green, "Orange." I looked up at him, "what's yours?" He shrugged his shoulders, "Forest green."

I muttered, taking the bundle from Jackson. Kenny laughed, the sound surprisingly light given our circumstances. "If this is a fantasy novel, I hope the author gives us a happy ending." The garments were beautiful but practical, form-fitting battle leathers in deep midnight blue with silver accents for me, similar styling in forest green for Matthias, and royal purple for Kenny. Each bore subtle emblems representing our bloodline, a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf. "The colours represent your primary affinities," Sebastian explained, watching as we examined the clothing. "Lunar for Marabelle, Terra for Matthias, and the royal purple for the firstborn who bridges all four elements."

“Will your friend be deciding that as well?” I chuckled alongside Mel. “I don't know what the hell is wrong with her or what she's doing.” “She will be deciding those as well.” Mel winked at her, not caring if it was a jab or anything like that. “I don't care about the color as long as it isn't pink or blue.” “That's basic.” I laughed. “I think white and yellow, any shade of yellow except mustard would be perfect.” Mel loved yellow. “What do you think, Mel?”

Make them believe in that crappy word called destiny. However, as far as the flower’s sorting skill goes, it had never made a mistake. The packs were formed in a rather organized way. Yellow was the flower color for the healer pack; blue for those person’s best suited for the kingdom’s line of defence and the people’s safety, orange for gardening and agriculture, purple for engineering and research, green for education and literature, red for artistry and craftsmanship, and so on and so forth that I didn’t have the enthusiasm to enumerate. Now, fourteen heads looked up at me; in their eyes a clear indication of a rather unexpected question.

"What about you? What is your favorite color?" "Hm...I like the green color. And my sister likes blue. I mean, the 'sea' blue." Xui Li glances at Xue Mei before he smiles and diverts his eyes back to Zhao Lin. "Yeah? Blue suits your sister best, and I kinda like both of the colors too."