Ninjago Colours Novels & Stories

I noticed that a 'someone' was missing. "Heyya peeps." I greet them. "What are you waiting for? Let's get inside." We all get inside this small room where a guy was sitting behind a desk working on a laptop, Blake saying something to him. "So. Zac is blue, Blake is red, Spencer is green, Cali is aqua, River is yellow and Justin is pink." The guy said, I think he was talking about our colours. "I want blue! Why am I pink?!" Justin complained about his colour.

“Your outfit. It’s a bit plain, don’t you think?” “Oh,” he looked at his plain white hoodie in comparism to the glamorous outfits everyone around him seemed to have on. “I guess.” “Do you mind getting splattered?” he was replied to with a smile. “With paint. Your hoodie’s white so it’ll be gorgeous.” He looked up to see a couple holding different colours of paint buckets and a light brush. They smiled at him in obvious anticipation of his positive answer. “Yes,” Alex nodded, excitedly, surprising himself. “I’d love to.”

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.

~Thea There is no doubting, that everything has changed. That I am no longer how I was yesterday. Jasper stood behind me, staring into the mirror as I did. Something was so common between us, there is no mistaking it. Our eyes. Just looking at it made me want to claw my eyes out. That deep-set violet shade had taken over my once hazel eyes, infecting me with the colour I had admired about Jasper. Now it belongs to me too, although, it hardly amounts to what I see in Jasper's eyes. His are alight and dazzling, vivid with colour. Mine are still bland and rather lifeless.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

Each had on a hand-stitched gown of the finest quality made by demons. Arisa's was a long flowing gown which shimmered in the light. The colors of her gown were red and purple. Red signified that she was a blood partner while purple signified royalty, meaning she was MY blood partner. Liz's dress was nice and puffy, at her request, and had the colors purple and white. Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single.

Ben asked Toba. "It looks good too, but I think the design depends on the colours too right?" He asked Annie. "Yes, very true. This colour is wine and gold that's why its this beautiful. I doubt if it would look this fine if the colour was another colour like silver, pink or some other colours. I have a lot of them, just scroll through. Or better still, when you get the colour, I could make up with a perfect design that would match the colour." She told him.

I wasn’t gold or purple like royal dragons, I wasn’t silver like a navigator, nor black like a shadow walker. I was all of them. As I move through the day, and my circuits respond to the others around me, they shift through hues until they find the best match for the company. When I’m near Commander Nyxt, they become an oily black. Around Oaestr, they’re hot silver. Sometimes, when they walk me down hallways, they will shift to colors they’ve never seen before. And while they weren’t sure what that meant yet, they knew one thing for certain–whatever I am, they want to see if they can pick it apart and replicate it.

She thought it could be that she sensed a lot of presence near them and her system wasn't able to contain it, she's fifty percent right and fifty percent wrong. Out of nowhere, Peony collapsed. Cammi and Zachary gasped. Just like what Amnisty saw, they saw the eyes of Peony with different colors whirling around in them. There were red, blue-green, and other colors but the most dominant one was blue, the color of The Shield.

Mia POV. “Chaos?” I nod my head at Jared’s words as he rubs his chin, deep in thought. He knows she is called Chaos. We have been talking about her. How has he only just caught on to that now? “What colour is she?” I sigh as I pick up my mug and drink it. “Black, white and grey?” Theo tells him, and his eyes widen before he blinks rapidly. I gauge his reaction. Why is her colour important to him?