Warna Perak Angkasa Novels & Stories

"The royal silver dragons are the mightiest dragons in all the realms." Sarn laughed and spoke next. "Nothing personal, but besides a little shine, you have no color. What makes you think silver is the mightiest?" How did I answer that? "It just is," I replied stubbornly. I don't think my uncle ever explained why we were mighty; I just accepted it because he said it was so. Laryn leapt into the sky shifting to his blue dragon. "You are not prettier than this. Blue is the color of the sky and ocean. Blue is the color that should be bowed to."

"Okay, I want something beautiful, that catches the eye immediately, but that isn't to in your face." I say and they all nod their heads, thinking about what I said. “What about dark blues, maybe some light blues inbetween with silver accents?” Asher’s mother suggests and my mother nods her head with a smile. “I like it. Moonlight tones.” She says, I open my mouth to speak but Anna beats me to it. “I like it, but no pastels, just the dark blue with silver.” She says and I nod my head. “Thank you, I was thinking the same.”

Clara I stared wild-eyed into the calm, pretty face of Hazel. She wore a crimson silk gown that accentuated her shining black hair. Red was after all the color of luck for us werewolves; it is the color of blood after a fresh, clean kill. The other color of luck was the deep dark blue hue that I clothed myself in. It was the inky indigo sky that the moon swims through. “Hazel, goddess above, I’m so sorry,” I said in embarrassment.

The words echoed, heavy as thunder. At the far end of the room stretched an endless buffet, rows upon rows of silver platters and crystalline bowls that refilled themselves as soon as they emptied. Steam curled off roasted meats that glowed faintly with runes; fruits shimmered with dew, pulsing faintly like they’d been picked from the heart of a thunderstorm. Even the drinks shimmered with elemental hues, azure for water mages, crimson for fire, gold for lightning, and pale white for air. Seraphine hesitated at the start of the line, unsure where to begin.

"Mrs. Garvalle, I wanted to ask if there was a particular color traditionally worn by Lunas for the Luna ceremony in the Hollow Pack?" The older woman studied her, a flicker of amusement in her wise eyes. She knew exactly why Matilda was asking. The traditional color of Hollow Pack’s Lunas had always been silver—a color symbolizing purity, wisdom, and strength. But Matilda? She wasn’t looking for tradition. She was looking for a way to defy it. Mrs. Garvalle smiled. "It’s your choice, dear. You may do as you wish." Matilda’s lips curled slightly. "How gracious of you."

Rachelle's eyes twinkled like those glittery prisms in the ocean when the sunlight beamed on them. Nodding, I slowly opened it, gasping when I was greeted by a dazzling circular-shaped of purple necklace with freckle gold dust like they were some stellar remnants being caged inside of it. Beside it was a crescent moon shape that was made of platinum. "What a majestic necklace..." I said dreamily. "It's like I am seeing the stars up close here!" I felt ticklish when I looked at Rachelle, who was smiling gently. "That is your galaxy moon necklace, Dominixe. And purple is the color since Mother said that is your favorite color."

NOW OLIVIA Tracy gazed at a band of white light over which sat a cluster of uncountable stars. As I ran my eyes down from the top, the dark blue tint altered into a dull purple. With descending height the hues kept on changing, from purple to a rose beige to the lightest shade of yellow. All of that sat over a dark tone of the blue-greyish background. The Milkyway band before our eyes walked as slow as a person stuck in quicksand.

Goddess. It was beautiful. Bright red and gold, blooming against the darkness like a flower made of light. Then another. And another. Green and blue and silver. They filled the sky with color, reflecting on the surface of the distant lake. Each explosion was brighter than the last. The sound echoed across the pack territory like thunder. I stared at the sky, my mouth hanging open. “Hector... what is this?” “I had them brought in for you,” he said. “To celebrate the cure. To celebrate you. The whole pack will see them.”

As if the environment was adapting to impress me, seduce me, and convince me that there was nothing different from the mortal world. They were, on the other hand, curved bright spots and too large to be mere stars, like small imitations of waning moons, all scattered throughout the sky that took on a shade of dark blue with scarce clouds of a pale pink, in what I imagined to be what would be obtained by mixing black and a small part of red paint. The darkness and the fire above our heads.

Alissa looked to him narrowing her eyes “Yeah…” he looked to the colour meanings that had been scribbled into the front page “How about black too?” Alissa looked over the meanings “… 'wisdom and vision of the future' I can go with that.” “Cool. How about you?” “I was thinking silver… 'we inspire and value each other”.