Vivid Green Novels & Stories

For Jammer it was love at first sight. The raven haired green eyed beauty was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever saw. Her green eyes were so vivid they almost seemed to glow. He started to figure out ways to get closer to her to get to know her. One thing was for sure; Lizard would never get his sleezy hands on her, not while he was alive.

Likewise, I didn't like being late. "What was this?" Ava asked, interrupting her talk about color palettes. "Oh, nothing; just keep going, Avie. You were talking about mint green,” I encouraged her as I hurriedly entered the building. "So it is. Mint green is more eye-catching, but sea green is much softer but more dark than another. Which do you prefer? I can't decide…” she asked, confused. At that moment, I had already entered the elevator and was pressing the up button repeatedly, but an arm went through the elevator door before it closed.

Apparently, they thought I'd haunt them in their dreams if they stared at me for too long. I lift up the clean shiny silver spoon and looked at my reflection through the stainless steel. My light green eyes clash with the ones of my reflection. My irises were the color of a light minty green but that wasn't what creeped them out. It was the color of my pupils. They were the color of lavender.

“Welcome home, Blaire Marlowe.” I felt my eyes changing, as I turned to stare at the mirror beside me, my eyes had changed to a vivid emerald green. The bright green stood out against the silver and amber, highlighting my unique presence within the pack of brothers. It was as if the color represented my inner strength and wolf, and probably the new beginning, I was about to embrace.

It felt ridiculous that I was so nervous, but the fact that she smiled happily, giggled, and blushed when I asked her that question, made it seem as if I actually meant something different. “Green” she replied softly, her eyebrows were knitted together. “So, why green?” I tilted my head, my thumb gently rubbing circles into the back of her hand. I enjoyed watching her expression, the way her soft eyes sparkled under the moonlight, the way she bit her bottom lip softly when she was concentrating, and the way she breathed in deeply when she relaxed her tensed body. It was like looking into the most breathtaking painting ever crafted by humans. “Because… it is the colour of your eyes”

"I think this visit is important." "So the green sweater," I said. "Yes," he said. "Also green is a good geological color. It suggests mineral awareness." Amara looked at me. I looked at her. "Mineral awareness," she said. "Yes," he said. "Like malachite. Malachite is green because of the copper content. Green communicates that you understand that color has meaning." He sat down and ate his oatmeal. Amara pressed her fingers flat on the table. The grounding gesture.

Kral has been attacked by a magic wolfsbane, and perhaps Vivian's arrival will bring hope ahead of time. "Let me see," said Vivian, looking down in her small pocket. The sound of countless bottles clinking came from her pocket, and as I looked more closely, I realized that many mysterious symbols were flickering. "Ah! This!" Vivian shouted, and my heart was in my throat. She took out a green pill bottle, uncorked it with her slender fingers, and carefully poured a green pill into my palm. "Well! This is the treatment of Wolfsbane Oh!" Vivian happily clapped her hands, her eyes into the spring as clear.

“This is exactly right.” I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. The dress had clean lines that suggested old money rather than new wealth, the kind of understated elegance that people with real resources understood but people trying to look rich usually missed. I looked poised and confident. Entirely unlike the damaged, incompetent woman my father was trying to convince everyone I was. “The color psychology is perfect,” Victoria continued, circling me while making small adjustments to the drape. “Green conveys growth, renewal, balance. Emerald specifically suggests luxury and sophistication. And it photographs beautifully under both natural

The shadows allow a trickling breeze to cool my skin, and I almost shiver. Everything here is so . . . green. I fucking love it. My home is just blue, blue, blue. Oh there is some teal, and a little bit of blue. Any green we see is, you guessed it, blue-green. But green is just lovely and new. It’s refreshing, the color of living. It’s the color of my current home. Green is the color of thriving, magical, and glorious isolation. Like I’m on vacation. For-fucking-ever.

I do too, I think to myself guiltily. I close my eyes, trying to enjoy the moment, but he has other ideas. He lifts my chin up with his thumb and makes me look directly into his eyes. My breath catches in my throat when I stare into his beautiful green eyes directly. I have never seen them from this close an angle before. His eyes are dark green near the pupil and become lighter towards the rim. From afar you'd think it's just green, but if you look close enough, the area near the rim is a light green color and there are flecks of gold in the green regions, too.