True Cyan Novels & Stories

I don’t …. A tear slides down my cheek and lands on the hardwood floor. I think I should repaint my nails. What color will be next time? Mint green? Or soft purple? What is it called? Lilac? Hm, maybe I will. Another tear drops. This time it tracks down the length of my face, from under my eyes to my jaw, then it’s falling freely. I don’t know where it ends. I can’t see anything behind these layers of guilt, shame, and disappointment I feel for myself.

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

"Derek, truth, or dare?" "Dare," "Yell out the first word that comes into your mind," Tyler said. "BREASTS!" Derek yells out. We burst out laughing and continue with the game. "Vanessa, truth, or dare?" Derek asks. "Truth," I answer. "Which player would you like to swap lives with for a week?" He asked. "Uhh, I don't know, Hails, I guess?" I respond "Why?" Hailee questioned. "Becau--"

If she did touch anything, she would be extra gentle. "Got it, Mr. Foster. I'll be careful," she promised with a nod. "Good." Once Sherman was gone, Zyra's eyes danced with curiosity again. She pointed to a bottle of purple liquid tucked away in the corner. "Hey Yaslyn, what's that?" "That's a potent acid—very corrosive. Don't even think about touching it," Yaslyn warned. Zyra's hand, which had been inching forward, snapped back as if bitten. "Whew, that was close. Good thing I didn't touch it."

“Let’s be frank, Cyan. I spent your entire life molding you into the perfect specimen. It was always my intention to make sure you reached your full potential. And look at you. You’re the Vetur. The most powerful of all of us.” Her nose wrinkled as though she’d smelled something foul. “Well, you were before you met that dragon bastard. Regardless, I never would have let anyone harm you or do anything that would keep you from ascending the throne. You are my daughter and in spite of what you may think, I love you, unconditionally. I will always do what I believe is best for you.”

We reach Elsa and low and behold, she is standing right in front of a spring! "I swear it's a miracle Eden! It's a miracle! We are not going to die!!! We won't die! We have found water! See! It's real water! I even tasted it! Come see! We can finally have a bath!!!! Eden I swear we will get a promotion!" She screams joy flowing out of her. I stand grinning at her excitement and she drags me to the spot where the water is flowing out of the ground and she starts splashing me with it.

Logan asked. "He said he's going to take a run in the woods," Ayla answered. Logan's mouth formed a small circle and eventually nods his head. To take a run means to shift into their wolf form. And in my three years of staying here, I don't often see them shift but when they shift, they look huge, fierce, and glorious. Their fur also looks thick and smooth. But among them, for me, Alpha Lucien is the most beautiful. He has golden brown fur that complements his deep blue orbs. His howls are proud and the way he carried himself is full of pride and authority.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

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