Vivid Green Novels & Stories

The ring I have purchased is beyond my budget. I chose the gold for its warmth, the way it reminds me of the sunlight that always seems to follow him. But the intricate details of green, weaving a delicate pattern, that was the challenge. It had to be his green. Not the bright, playful green of spring, but the deep, thoughtful green of his eyes. The green that holds so many secrets, so much unspoken emotion. I searched for the perfect shade, something that would capture the depth and complexity of his gaze. And when I found it, this... this vibrant, almost magical green, I knew it was right. The way it winds around the gold, strong yet delicate, just like him. This ring... it's more than jus

I mustered the most saccharine smile I could manage that I hoped screamed ‘I am crazy about my boyfriend. Instead of my smile to elicit a smile from him, his face twisted in anger and lips upturned in disgust. “Don't tell me you were thinking about your paintings again?” He asked. I gulped and kept quiet because I was infact thinking about my paintings. Seriously, who knew that the type of green to paint a valley could be so confusing. I was leaning towards Emerald , but I could hear my creative side telling me Chartreuse was better. “When will you grow up Violet and get a real job?” He spat bitterly at me.

Gia gazed blankly at the greenery outside her room, even though the lush green view was undeniably enchanting. The scenery in Katastari was a warm yellow hue; Eze leaned towards shades of blue and white due to the sea, while Geirangerfjord was purely green. The verdant vegetation was soothing to the eyes.

Even with the shimmering of the purple water, there was no way to mistake the colors of my scales. They were a deep shade of green.

The pavement we crossed to it was highly decorated with pretty roses, green to be very specific. "Green roses, huh?" I chirped. "Yes, green is my favorite … it's like a symbol of peace and tranquility" The greenhouse shone outstandingly as the sunlight pierced through the glass, and the plants glittered beautifully in it. I gasped in awe, and I swear I could see George from the corner of my eye give a weird smile, like he knew I'd love it. As I stepped inside, it felt like I had crossed into another world filled with warmth, humidity, and rich scent that smelled like mother earth… a jungle, a distinct pretty garden preferably.

I spun toward the small dressing mirror by the wall. What I saw made my knees weaken. “What?” The word fell from my lips like a whisper. There it was. Clear as daylight. Green. My hair. My precious blue hair, the color I had known since birth, was streaked with sparkling green. Thin at first, then deeper as it spread through the strands like wildfire. The glow of it shimmered faintly under the light, unnatural, alive. “No, no, no…” My fingers clawed at it as if rubbing hard could wipe the color away. But it stayed, brighter with every touch.

He would be freed from the curse that the dragon had placed on him all those years ago. They say green is the strongest colour because it ignites the new season after the passing of wintry days, and in that her eyes were born strong, the green hue reminding us of sunshine and floral blooms. Her eyes were the hue of the new spring growth, bright and soft all at once. There were flecks of strength, of the kind of green that comes only as summer advances. And they were never more beautiful than when she cried, when her gentleness flowed over her cheeks, nor when she became the wise woman we came to depend on, decorated with laughter lines. Yet the soul and the eyes are ageless, and to Seth, so

She smiled up at Emma. “Oh, I love a nice pink color!” Vera said, showing Emma her own pale pink nails. “You could say it’s my signature color.” “You can have a signature color?” Emma asked in an interested tone. “Oh, certainly dear! I’d say it’s just a fancy way to tell someone you have a favorite color.” “I think mine’s dark green.” I said and watched Vera turn slowly to me. “Dark green like our pack colors?” She asked. “Oh, I didn’t know it was the pack colors. I just saw all the dark green accent pieces around the pack house and I’ve been very drawn to the color ever since.” I explained and Vera beamed at me.

My hands shook as I felt the rapid thump of the rabbit’s heart under my palms. “Now,” she said. “Call the storm but not the lightning. Call the green.” “The green?” I whispered. “Yes, the color of life. The breath of the earth itself, see it in your mind and feel it in your blood.” I forced myself to imagine green. Leaves, grass, the moss on the rocks near Moonclaw’s riverbank. Slowly, my chest loosened. Heat stirred under my skin and a faint hum spread down my arms into my hands. My palms glowed faintly, pale at first.

(Catherine) She took one of the 3 small glass vial with the green liquid inside in it that I laid on the table, from the looks of it is similar to the form that I shown them of the VH-Serum, execept unlike the VH-Serum that comes in the coloured of blood red, this is just green, a thick green liquid. “This thing before you…is the another future of all kind of poison cure..from the normal almost harmless poisoning like stomach ache…all the way to nuclear radiations poisoning…also one of the reason why I gone for a long time..”.