Purple Oc Novels & Stories

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

I also learn that his favorite color is pastel pink, which takes me by surprise, along with the fact that he said he loves horror movies (just like me) but has a soft spot for some romantic classics such as Titanic. We drive back home and park on the streets outside my gates, just looking at each other, not knowing what to say. "Thank you Xavier, I had a really lovely night," I say in a soft voice to break the silence. "Me too, and I'll love for it to happen again, maybe this Friday night," he says, looking at me with dark diluted green eyes.

It just feels meaningless. "No." I protested as I removed her hand from my chest and took a step back. "Violet is a natural color while purple is an unnatural pigment. Her eyes are natural." Were. "Forget it, Zo. I am done talking about her." She exhales a deep breath in annoyance and tries to take one more step towards me but I immediately took two back.

Tiana reached out; Pascal took her hand, squeezing tight. “How was school?” she asked. “Good,” he said. “We learned about planets today. And I drew a rainbow for you. It’s on my desk.” Tiana glanced at the desk, sure enough, a colorful drawing of a bright rainbow arching over a green hill, with seven vivid stripes and little yellow stars scattered around it like happy sprinkles. “It’s beautiful, baby. Thank you.” Pascal beamed, “I made the purple extra bright because purple is your favorite, right?”

"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.

“Under the eyes of the Goddess, are you—” Cirocco finally lifts his head and looks straight at me. One side of his face—the side facing away from the onlookers—is absolutely covered in mottled purple and green. His eye is swollen and reddish with burst blood vessels. For a heartbeat, I think of the body I woke up next to so long ago. Cirocco has the Carmine Pox! But then I realize the purple and green is a brutal bruise, maybe a day or two old. Like he got it the last day I saw him. His dark eyes, suddenly unafraid, burn into mine like he is trying to force a thought through the air between us.

The healers gently placed the tiny newborn in Aurora’s trembling arms. The baby’s skin was soft and warm, her jet black hair a striking mirror to her mother’s own midnight locks. Her tiny hands curled instinctively, her bright eyes fluttering open for the first time. Aurora’s tears flowed freely as she gazed down at her daughter—perfect and miraculous. Aries leaned close, his lips brushing a tender kiss onto the baby’s forehead. The infant’s eyes locked with his, and in them shone the unmistakable glow of bright purple—the same vibrant hue that marked Aries himself.

I tease. “Oh, ha ha.” I watch as the French violet in her aura intensifies as she throws her arms out in front of her, the purple of her aura travelling down her arms and flowing out from her fingertips and forming an oval shape a few feet in front of her. As the purple hue of her aura dies down, she drops her arms to her sides, but the purple oval remains visible to my unseeing eyes, indicating the portal is fully operational. I may not see everything this world has to offer, but what I do see is full of beauty I cannot put into words.

The other three stared wide eyed at him before Fani said, "Why would a penis be plastic and purple?" Persephone quickly said, "He meant something else, darling." "But purple?" Leonidas asked. "You of all people have no right to judge me!" Loukas snapped. "No one is, Lou." Persephone answered. "You can use a rainbow coloured one next time if you are into that as well. What is next?" Loukas made a face, turning back into the chest and bringing out a small bottle. Persephone raised an eyebrow. "Is that wine?"

Then, I strike, slicing my claws through the solid mass of flesh that hurtles toward me. Fiona “Does this look right? The color is kind of…” Well, I don’t know. It’s a mix between a purple and blue color, but just a second ago, the liquid was almost yellow. “Yes, Eclipse Orchid gives it the purple color. Did you add the lemon and Icori Root with the rainwater before adding the Eclipse Orchid?” Sophie asks. I nod, looking down at all the ingredients in front of me.