Orange Lyrics Novels & Stories

Orlan wore black trousers that complement his black hair, and a white singlet was placed to cover his chest. Orlan's long black hair is parked into a nice ponytail which of course makes me continue wondering how an individual can be this alluring. His greenish hazel eyes glitter as I stare deeply at them. They look like a fresh forest that's filled with fresh green trees. His eyes are just so sexy that I can't help staring away. "Hey, Scarlett!" Orlan called out once more because I'm currently lost in my pretty little imagination. I'm currently imagining the color of my future kid's eyes because I have decided to spend the rest of my life with Orlan.

I laughed and placed a kiss on Janes' hand as we walked. "I can't lie or keep stuff to myself, Sebastian." He explained. "Sebastian Enits and Mark Heed, what a pleasant surprise. I don't recall ever meeting you dear, which council member do you walk behind?" The head of the council, Silva greeted. She was dressed in completely white. Each council member had their own signature colour, which was also the colour of their eyes. Enits is blue while Heed is gold. All members are female, except for Dakel (red) which is Heed's brother.

She then started to chant again. “It’s Blue.” I said. “Shush and watch.” She said. The smoke stayed blue for another minute before turning purple. After a few more minutes it turned red and then orange. The smoke started to flicker between purple and orange before it turned back to the milky white it had started at. She never mentioned orange. “What does orange mean?” I asked. “A black magic witch did this. Orange means that the witch used their blood in the spell. This is not good. I need to call my coven right away.” Najera said. She ran inside and came out with a phone in her hand.

I nodded, now understanding why he was looking at her so intently just the day before. “She’s in safe hands. Return with honor.” Orion slapped my back, having me look at him wide-eyed. Did he just slap me? “Ready?” Odessa looked longingly at me once more as the three of us let our smoke engulf us. Black for me, navy for Nicholas, and light green for Amora. Our dragons reared their heads back, roaring loudly a battle cry that could be heard for miles. If Adam was lucky, maybe he could prepare himself.