Purple Anime Aesthetic Novels & Stories

(A PAIR OF BOTH CRIMSON AND PURPLE EYES) HAIR is a mix of crimson and purple hue, standing out more than anything and anyone anywhere that he will go and wanted to go. Eyes that resembles the night sky and at the same time the auburn burn of the dawn.

Casio’s POV I watched as the cab drove off, standing at the curb, a smile formed on my face. This girl will be the death of me. Her beautiful blue eyes that could devour your soul if you let them. Her choice in hair colour, purple with those pink highlights, made her eyes even more blue. Curious what her natural colour is? It doesn’t matter. She was perfect, her small body, which made her look like a pixie. Fuck, she was just beyond perfect.

Although I know I'm not ready for that, but I still need to be certain. Who am I? "Azura. This is going to be a very long and confusing story." "Well I have all the time in world. Nothing can be as confusing as everything that already happened today" I sat down on the floor again and for a split second, I wondered what people would think if they saw me just sitting here, talking to myself. But I guess this is perfectly normal compared to my sudden red hair. My life is slowly changing from being normal, to a very complicated mess.

The moon suddenly turned purple, Sharmaine called for the purple-haired girl to appear, a power that Sharmaine had hidden and didn't want to use. Nanami Vincent surprise. Sharmaine flew high, purple moonlight covered Sharmaine like that time. Her whole body became a purple light. Sharmaine's hair turned purple, and her eyes also turned purple. This is what Neva looks like. "Neva?" The purple haired girl walked over to Sharmaine, she smiled, and extended her finger, Sharmaine also extended her hand. Two fingers touched, Sharmaine appeared, Neva appeared. "What? You want to fight Neva right?" Sharmaine wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes purple like gems.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

It's been a while! So I'm posting a recap in case everyone's forgotten the characters. Thank you for reading if you still are reading. Azure Phoenix (Aoi Phoenix): Aoi's sound was indie while Azure was more on the rock side- but also digestable. Izanagi- a quarter german. His german blue eyes and slightly forreign looking nose easily draws many girls to become interested in him. He bleached his hair in past but currently it's more of a fiery orange with red tips. His natural hair color is an ash brown. Used to play guitar but he now plays bass. One thing that hasn't changed is that he's still a vocalist.

The nearer clouds in the sky were dark grey with a purple undertone, and the ones in the distance were lighter, changing from blue to purple. The sky was lit up by bright purple lightning, with some streaks bright white streaks enhancing the effect. On the ground were pinkish-purple roses with dark green leaves and stems. The ground itself was hidden by the flowers and grass that grew but there was a clear path down the middle as though one had walked through it paring the roses. The feeling Yuan Rui got from this painting alone was ethereal. It gave off a surreal feeling but made him wonder why the beauty captured in this painting was angry. The anger clearly reflected in the darkness of th

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

I love his spirit. I colour in his dark brown hair and his deep coffee eyes. I admire my work afterwards. It represents him so much, but something is missing. His aura. Personally I see it as a purple, blue, aqua colour, which represents his soft, caring and genuine side. I lightly colour the aura around him. It looks amazing, I am so proud of it, I need to give it to him. I collect the coloured pencils which I had used and go put them back up at the teacher's desk.