Pink Knights Novels & Stories

The phone moves until I see Leo’s face, frowning and cold as ever; a deception because he is a person who really cares. “You added the blush pink tone too,” I say, feeling emotional as I pick up the card. The satin shine to the ivory letter holds the faintest hint of pink. “Yeah, it’s only fair since it’s what you wanted, and this concept was yours.” “Come on, open it. I haven’t seen the finished product,” Azura adds curiously. “Yeah, either open that box or I will, and what the hell is Schattenblüte?” “It’s derived from Shadow Blossoms, it’s in German,” I explain.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

She was on her bed with another while one boy was sitting on my bed and another was standing by the window in the middle of both beds. All of them had their eyes on me the moment I stepped inside, and they looked like I was interrupting something, like I shouldn't even be there. And the boy on my bed didn't even look like he was getting up anytime soon. He had spiky purple hair that was obviously dyed. It was shaved at the sides, almost to his scalp and longer at the top. I didn't like dyed hair, mom was against it. He also had piercings, a nose piercing and two on his left eyebrow. His clothes were all black and gothic looking. My mom wouldn't approve of him, at all. The boy by the window h

Apollo Mode. Jack unleashed the most massive, concentrated wave of Seduction Magic the continent had ever seen. The Pink High exploded from his core like a detonating star. A blinding, neon-pink shockwave washed over the entire Grand Hub, illuminating the golden sky. Millions of physical Pink Blossoms erupted from the balcony, raining down over the city in a fragrant, divine blizzard. The heavy iron collars around the necks of the millions of workers flared with a synchronized pink light.

"Tell them the Queen of the Peacock Clan, their Queen, requires the presence of their daughter… Clarisse." Clarisse Sairus — a name almost never spoken in court. Born to a minor branch of a virtually unknown offshoot of the Peacock nobility, her feathers were an anomaly: pure white, the color of new frost, without a hint of green or gold. Her eyes were pale pink, almost like pink sapphires, an albino... an occurrence in the kingdom so rare that whispers of her family meddling with lost sorcery or that she'd been cursed by the gods. In a court obsessed with brilliance, Clarisse was called plain at best, ugly at worst.

“Babe, you don’t understand! I can’t wear pale pink polish!” “What about hot pink?” “No! That’s even worse, I need like a sassy pink or maybe an angry pink,” “An angry pink?” Emrys questioned as he watched Ostana bicker to Laker about nail polish, I laughed and pushed both boys out of the way. Laker and Emrys reflected each other's faces as Ostana was deep in thought, peering over each polish bottle, her finger twirling a strand of her raven black hair.

"Please don't tell me those ungodly things are the flowers?" "Colton, you need something to break the white." "Break the white with something else," I growl at her. "That is pink." She only but frowns at me and grunts, "They are a soft baby pink." "I don't care how soft they are; they are still pink." "Colton," she slightly raises her voice. "Please get out my face and go find something else to do." I only but look at Trinity and shake my head, "We have created a monster. Your friend has gone stark crazy."

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

Her radiant smile illuminated her face, and Mystro felt his breath catch in his throat. Elaine was adorned in a breathtaking pink dress that cascaded down to her knees. The delicate fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty. The dress seemed to have been designed specifically for her, as if it was made to highlight her best features. It was a shade of pink that mirrored the blush on her cheeks, a color that mirrored the blossoming flowers of spring. Mystro's eyes widened, and he found himself momentarily speechless. He had seen her in various outfits before, each one accentuating her charm, but this pink dress held a magical allure. It transformed her

Pink lied. The two guards kept staring at themselves and at Pink. "Gosh, Prince Reagan will soon get back from horse racing with the others, once he gets back and finds out that I am not in with my friends here, he'll be so mad at you, you guys knows his temper a lot," Pink lied again, getting tired of their mean faces.