Warna Perak Angkasa Novels & Stories

It's cloaked in darkness, but a mystical kind of darkness that lets me see the mountains after mountains capped in pristine white snow that glistened brilliantly under an oversized moon. What I notice most about this night, is it's hardly mortal. The darkness is a mixture of purple and royal blue, misting together with obsidian black to portray an exquisite canvas of colour. The stars that freckled the sky winked and glittered, adding to the splendour that I look up at. "Thanks for grabbing my chest, of all places," I say tartly, turning my gaze from the lights on the horizon, obviously making up either a small city or a large town.

he said softly, "I have something for you." He drew out a small chain of gold, delicate but strong, a pendant catching the faint lantern light from the hallway. It was a beautiful jasmine pendant. I glanced up at him, wide-eyed. My breath hitched as he stepped closer, lifting it between us. "Turn around," he murmured.

Just fabric swatches and Marcus's increasingly dramatic objections to gold as a color family. "Silver and midnight blue," Ariel said finally. "It's less predictable." "Thank you," Priya said, triumphant. "See, Marcus, this is why I bring reinforcements." "Fine," Marcus grumbled, though he was clearly fighting a smile. "Silver and midnight blue. But I want it on record that gold and white would have looked more expensive." "Nobody's questioning your commitment to gold, Marcus," Dana said, not looking up from her spreadsheet. "We're questioning your taste."

a title I never thought I’d be so proud of. The ceremony spot has been transformed. Twilight has settled in, and the glow of soft candlelight fills the clearing, casting warm, dancing shadows across the trees. Flowers hang from woven branches, and lanterns line the pathway, leading toward a central arch decorated with the pack’s colors: rich blues, silvers, and a hint of gold. Everything feels sacred, touched by the moon goddess herself.

A gold glow appears in the fog and grows brighter by the second. Andricia soars up past me and I fall on my butt looking up at her. She is glowing, her pure white wings carry her beautifully. White feathers cover the large span of strong wings that carry her effortlessly. She has her golden crown glowing on her forehead with a red ruby in the center. She slowly lowers herself to the ground and her wings disappear, and she stops glowing.

The sky was no longer a graveyard of silver debris. It was a sheet of burnished gold, a sky that looked like the inside of a luxury watch, shimmering with a wealth that felt like an insult to the ash-covered earth below. It was beautiful, in the way a gilded cage is beautiful, and it was suffocating. The air, which had briefly tasted of damp jasmine and hope, now carried a metallic tang—the smell of a currency that hadn't been minted yet.