Palette X Goth Novels & Stories

He was sure the Martellis had forced it on him. Furiously grabbing flame yellow, vibrant blue, and about four other colors, Hades dropped them all his cart. He also picked a silvered lilac shade. If he were choosing based on what the no-fur might like, he would go with that one. It was a fancy brand, easily four times the price of the cheaper, bolder dyes. It wasn't really used by most felines unless they were professional Markers, toms who created body art for a living.

To my pleasure. The creatures I went through were made of all the shades of the color palette in the human world, and sprinkled with other shades that I never even thought were possible to exist. From a deep cyan in what should be the skin tone of some, to a magenta to hurt the sights on the hair and exquisite clothes of others.

Always had—rebellion swarm in his blood. He was tall, a wolf-like Sabin, but that was where the similarities ended. While Sabin had brown hair, brown eyes, and a roughly hewn face, Gideon was pure punk, embracing the modern Goth look, throwing in a bit of grunge and mixing it all with movie-stars flair. The man even coloured his pale hair bright, metallic blue. Said he'd done it because it made his eyes pop. Of course, that was a lie. He'd probably crafted the look as a warning to humans—approach at your peril.

“Shut up. At least I am trying to be civilized instead of painting everything black like some goth teenager.” Anna laughs loudly. “That does sound like Zack,” she says leaning against Zack beside her. Zack wraps an arm securely around Anna’s shoulders, pulling her flush against his side as she laughs. The sound of her amusement makes his own smile widen, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Hey, black is a classic colour choice. It goes with everything and makes everything look more bad ass,” he argues playfully, though his tone is anything but offended. Evan rolls his eyes dramatically. “Bad ass? Dude, your bedroom looks like a vampire’s lair. All dark furniture and those weird ba

Alexa. Evening. I drove out earlier to buy some painting supplies. Nothing serious—just brushes, new canvas, a fresh palette. I tried to paint that rose today. The o e I told Hulio. Hulio. His name like magma in my tongue. I shake my thoughts back to the rose. I wanted bold red petals, dewy and soft, kissed by sunlight. But all that came out was black. Bleeding shadows. Thick, clawing darkness. Something inside me felt heavy. I couldn’t explain it.

Everyone definitely outdid themselves. Rows of crème satin were dropped in arches from the ceiling. Those were crisscrossed with rows of colorful flowers. The Fae put up white, silver, and gold light orbs. There were amazing floral decorations set around the room. The stage was set with two thrones that would then be relocated to the throne room after this. An archway that was designed with draped with black and white satin was the backdrop to it. Black and white were the primary colors associated with the Precoza coven because it was another homage to the duty of them to bring a balance to the vampire world while ensuring that they were brought from the dark and into the light.

It feels so heavy I might die. I don’t know how but my feet brought me our old lawn. It was still the same as it was 8 years ago. I don’t know how is that possible but with the thoughts that’s currently running through my head right now, I do not have space for more. I walked to our backyard. It’s where the beauty is. We filled our backyard with different plants and orchids as my parents really love nature. It’s like a greenhouse only the walls are little trees and the roof is grape vines. We emptied the pool, put grass and yes, surrounded it with plants called iris flowers, yes, just like my name. Iris means rainbow, thus the various colors of irises surrounding us. But since my favorite is

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

I felt like if I had him on my side, I'd have all the heavens beside me giving me the power to prevail over every obstacle. "You are right. I'll do it." I said, wiping my tears. We slowly pulled away as he held my hand and showed me around the home. It was much like a normal mansion but all these decorations and everything are to my liking. They are so beautiful. He knows I love Gothic themes, so the house is embellished with dark colors like red, purple and black. It felt eerie but not in a bad way. I just used to esteem these themes a lot and now having one is giving me so much to my contentment. "Do you like it?" He asked, leaning on the column present in the dining hall.

My head was spinning with all the options. We agreed on fall colors of rich burgundies and plums, deep golds and forest greens to suit the season, with some soft pinks sprinkled in to add some light to all the dark colors. I actually loved the palette we chose, until Rachael insisted we do another walk-through to ensure the colors worked with the natural foliage in the area.