Palette X Goth Novels & Stories

Ann showed a light blue short dress. "Set that one aside for me," Kitty signaled, and the saleswoman added the dress to several other pieces that were already set aside for the blonde to try on in a fitting room. "This pair of pants is by Narciso Rodriguez." "I'll give them a try," Kath announced. "I thought you wanted more colorful things, friend," Harmony commented, as the pants were navy blue. "But the outfit can't be all bright, even in this new phase of mine," Kath replied, laughing.

[Alexander] Gloom was all around me, as I had just finished painting my living room. Gone was my Dolce & Gabbana suit from this morning’s impromptu meeting with Mr. Gasser’s accountant, and in its place was the oldest denim pants and faded blue t-shirt. Most of the blues I wore was now turned to grey from all the stains, and as the grey walls hugged me, I felt the strong urge to throw whatever was left in the paint tin over my head and just drown in the sorrow.

GIANNA I come back from the diner and go straight to the studio and paint like I'm trying to kill the canvas. There was no plan, no sketch, no gentle heart-guided brushwork. Just pure rage. The palette is all darks with Prussian blue, burnt umber, alizarin crimson so deep it looks like dried blood.

We came down just as Gabi snapped her phone shut “What’s wrong Gabi?” I asked “They messed up my order with another couple. I asked for pink, some lavender, gold, white and a deep shade of blue.” “And…” I dragged for her to get to the point “There’s no lavender. That’s like the interior painting for the senator’s room and now I’m screwed!” She sighed. Sasha went to her side to calm her down “I walked over to where the paints were laid. Every color she mentioned was there, except for lavender. Instead, there are 2 extras, Red and blue”

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.

“Shall we go over the theme and color palette?” “Yes,” Kurtis said, glancing at me. “Lyra has some ideas she’s been thinking about.” I nodded, pulling out my notebook. “I was thinking soft pastels, blush pink, ivory, and hints of gold. Something elegant but not over the top.” The decorator jotted down notes, nodding along. “That sounds lovely. And for the floral arrangements?” “Roses and peonies,” I said, glancing at Kurtis. “What do you think?”

I squeezed paint onto my palette without planning colors, just grabbing tubes randomly, because this piece wasn't about aesthetics, it was about releasing emotions I couldn't contain. Red for anger at myself for falling for someone who'd tried to destroy me. Blue for the sadness of losing Rafael's friendship because I couldn't give him what he wanted. Black for the confusion of not knowing if Alexander's feelings were real or just another manipulation. Gold for the hope that maybe we could build something genuine despite our horrible beginning. I started painting with broad, aggressive strokes, letting my hands move without conscious thought, while my mind spiraled through everything that ha

His hips ground against mine as he whispered my name over and over, a mantra only he knew this intimately. Vetur flared, energy zinging through me. My power was back. It reached for him and his fire answered. In a daze, I watched as they mingled and became one. Pure white and glacial blue intertwined with burning red, vibrant yellow, and glowing orange. It was majestic. My Vetur and his fire.

, he asked. “This ripe cherry one looks nice”, I said while handing him the nail polish from the hamper. The polish colors are dark red, almost like coagulated blood. I always love these kinds of colors, because I always like something a little gothic. Then I grab the rose massage oil, a pack of rose-shaped candles, and the loofah.

For this, I need pallet knives and wide stiff bristled brushes and vibrant yellow, phthalo blue, cerulean, cadmium red, russet, ink black, titanium white and lots of lively music to fuel my creative burst. I may be worried about what is happening with Gabriel and the press conference but I feel so darned loved and seen with him. I can’t help but feel more positive about my future. He gets me, he truly understands my needs and desires and appreciates my creativity. I pull my hair out of my face and put on music most people would never in a million years guess I love, then I push my sleeves up and start with big, bold strokes, laying out the basic shape and outline, the underpainting before I