Spiral Colours Novels & Stories

It was a totally different potion from the one he had injected into himself earlier. This one gave off a sombre feeling. Its colour was a demonic scarlet, so dark that the colour was almost black. It hadn’t been injected yet, but one could tell how horrifying the potion was just by holding it in their hand! “What version of Red Spider is it this time?!” said Dalton in exasperation. For a while, Dalton felt a little helpless. He had no idea how many versions of Red Spider had been created by Red Moon after they collected his blood. At that moment, Dalton even felt a deep sense of guilt.

Filtered through five souls until it became something the universe had never seen before. The light that exploded from our bonded consciousness was not gold or silver or any single color. It was all colors. Every color. The full spectrum of existence channeled through five people who refused to break. The Void corruption burned away like mist in sunlight.

We continued the process, spinning one ring at a time. Gradually, all the spiral's patterns completed each other, and sure enough, once all the seven rings were correctly aligned, a full image of the seven-headed Naga was revealed. Everyone stepped back from the ancient spiral, all with their jaws dropped. "Oh my god," Dr. Ivan breathed. "This is the most magnificent thing I've ever seen!" There was an awed silence among us. We admired the object for a long moment before someone spoke again. "So now, do you know what the purpose of this spiral is, Doctors?" Sam asked. "What is it exactly?"

Obedient Colors make things beautiful. Everything that has colors gives meaning to the one who sees it. They said that colors represent the emotion of a person. And the three primary colors have the most generalized meaning. Blue is for sadness. Various movies and artworks had been made where blue color is associated to emphasize that the character is hurting or sad just wear blue color. Yellow for happiness. Using the yellow color brings joy to the people because they said that it has a cheerful aura. And Red is for anger or maybe love. You'll be confused if you don't understand the meaning of the color.

For everyone else. My heart thudded with stress and anxiety. The mini orchestra was softly playing a gentle waltz, afternoon sunlight illuminated the tent, and the hanging shards of coloured glass created a stunning kaleidoscope. A constantly whirling, changing set of colours resembled butterflies, or magic sprites dancing among us. Purple, green, blue and orange, which must be the colour of her eyes. She really had thought of everything.

He tapped another section of the page. The snake was the palest blue with darker markings on its body. The snake right beside that one, looked like it was trying to intercept the line. The second snake was a dark indigo, almost black. Faint silver etchings covered its body. "Okay," I said. "What does that signify?" "When looked at with more than human eyes, you will notice that the line is not actually unsteady. But rather, a weaving of reds, oranges, yellows, and the thinnest black line. The line has been braided."

Suddenly, instead of the darkness of his dreamscape, what greeted his sight was beautiful scenery, stars, galaxies, planets, nebulas, meteors, a wondrous sight of outer space. But how could his own dream lead to outer space? It was utterly impossible! Chaos decided to open the crack, reaching his claws to it and stretching it open. He opened the crack a bit more until he was able to fit his head inside of it, and then, he was able to see something he didn't notice when he peeked into it with his eyes. Immense spiraling darkness… it was neither a black hole nor a black galaxy, but it resembled both combined, it was black, red, purple, and pink colors twisting around endlessly, forming a spira

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

“How did you write a note to yourself and leave it in a cave a millennium before you were born? We only just arrived at this time. You haven't touched a pen in months.” ​“The Spiral,” Silas said, his sightless eyes “looking” at the paper as if he could perceive the ink's molecular vibration through the layers of time. “A circle returns you to the same point, Sovereign—trapped in a loop, repeating the same mistakes forever. A spiral returns you to the same position, but on a higher level. You are not repeating history; you are ascending through it.”

He could see the edge of a clearing through the gaps in the trees. And then he saw the colors. They trembled in the air above the clearing like liquid light… reds and blues and greens and purples, all swirling together in patterns that hurt to look at directly. The colors pulsed and shifted, forming shapes that almost made sense before dissolving back into chaos. Damon's breath caught. He knew immediately what he was seeing. The stones. All seven of them, working together, creating a vortex of power that twisted reality itself. But before he could fully process what the colors meant, something else came into view as he crept closer to the clearing's edge.