Pale Blue Novels & Stories

Lindsay looked at her watch. “Crap, we need to get out of here, or we will have to come up with something to tell Joe and Abigail,” Lindsay said. “I will take care of that if we need to,” Wren said. “Let’s get back and see how Max and Izzy are doing with Blue.” “Blue?” “Yes, Blue. We found out that not only does he have patches of blue skin, but his blood is the same shade of blue. We started calling him the blue guy and things like that, and it just got shortened to Blue,” he explained.

And he froze. There, in the exact center of his sterile, gray quarters, where no soil had ever been, a flower grew. It was a delicate, impossible thing. Its petals were a deep, velvety black that seemed to drink the light, and at its center, a stamen glowed with a soft, internal blue radiance. It was a species he recognized from galactic archives: a Nyx Bloom, native to a planet whose atmosphere would liquefy a human in seconds. It was a biological impossibility. A miracle.

She blinks and looks at him, “You think so?” He gestures to his own eyes, “Oh.” She looks sad, “Oh, Hon. No. I just mean the blue.” She blinks again and looks up at him confused. He smirks, “They are such a striking blue and I’ve only ever seen the like on Bone-Witches, admittedly they weren’t as nice as you, but that’s beside the point, Hon.” Seb stirs the bags in the large pot, trying to make sure they’re all evenly cooked.

She said what struck her about the pale blue was that it had a completely different quality from that register, it had been soft and brief and had not come with the sustained intensity that characterized the amber-brown or especially the dark red, and it hadn't oriented toward anything specific in Aldric in the way those colors seemed to orient toward the mismatch they were registering. She said her tentative read was that the pale blue was something different in category, not a warning and not the greeting gold and not the ambient register of the continuous shimmer. She said if she was going to guess, and she wanted to be clear

I felt awful because of the lack of any decent rest. I looked into the mirror to get a look at myself, my hair was a complete mess and my face was pale. Something else was off, but at first, I couldn't figure out what it was. I put it down to the fact that I was just unwell with something and began to try and tidy up my hair. That was when I noticed it. My eyes were no longer the boring greyish blue they usually were. They were now a violet hue. My screaming woke Edward up and he came crashing into the bathroom where I was with such speed that almost sent him sliding along the floor. "What happened? What's wrong?" He asked, wide awake and obviously startled.

" Blue ." " What ? " " What's wrong ? You've been cold towards me ." " Why didn't you tell me ?" " Please tell me what so that I can respond." © #KCMmuoe

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

"This is the newest aqua blue purse with a ripple design. It’s the only unit in the entire city of Atlantis.” “Hmm, indeed, it does look pretty good,” Lynette replied as she picked it up and carried it around. The size was perfect, and the aqua blue was also an easy color to match with her cute outfits.

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.

He could easily snap me in two. His skin is clear blue, like the ocean on a summer's day. The hair on his head is lighter in color, a pale blue that is almost white and cut short on the sides with more length up the middle. It looks perfectly messy, like he just woke up and only pulled his fingers through it. His jaw is sharp and has a light stubble, his nose is broad and slightly flat, and his eyes have a beautiful, shining purple color. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, even if he is blue.