Yellow Face Summary Novels & Stories

he stepped out of the shadows, revealing his crooked smile. His eyes were a bright yellow, almost glowing against the darkness of the night. He was tall and thin, with short blonde hair and a pale complexion. I heard the growl in his voice as he spoke and knew this wasn’t going to be a friendly conversation. Two other men came out on either side of him, hands in their pockets and heads raised high. They’d been downwind of us, but now their stench invaded my nostrils like a dead fish sitting out in the sun. I pushed Hugo behind me, to which he protested. The blonde laughed, a sound that pierced my ears.

, their boss replied as he motion his men to get Cosmos. My eyes were just focused to Cosmos. I know he don't bring any kind of weapon. I didn't saw him brought one or even held one. I don't know but my heart started beating so fast and loud. It seems like I can only hear my heart beating. Am I worried? For him? Because? I don't really know. My gaze stayed on Cosmos the whole time. My jaw almost dropped when I saw the color of his eyes change from blue into yellow ones. I didn't notice him fighting because my gaze only stayed at his eyes. Yellow. It's like the color of the stars in the sky.

She paired it with a thigh high black boot, which was perfect for her straight legs. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, giving out the full view of her pretty face.Sara decided to be in a good mood today, and that was why she picked a yellow dress. She beamed, knowing yellow was the perfect color to give out her good mood and vibe. She knew yellow was an energetic color, associated with warmth, happiness, hope and cheerfulness.After making sure, everything was perfect, Sara walked out of her room but didn't expect what she saw.That was the last thing she was anticipating!

Typing as fast as I can, I turn my holo-display over and show the message to everyone. "Calm down," I wrote, "Yes, even I'll admit it. Being here in Yellow Sun sucks." "Yeah," Honey says, "That's what I said. You know, said? Talk?" I snap my fingers over and over before pointing at the screen again. "It's not fun and game but we must have known that already. Nevertheless, we cannot give up. This isn't about 'just being at Yellow Sun Academy, the greatest fighter academy ever'. This is about us. We all want to be fighters. We all want to protect the people we cared about from the animals."

My body shook, and then everything stopped. My eyes flickered open. And the world was gone. I was standing in a void of golden mist, and in front of me was… myself. But not quite. Her eyes “my eyes”:glowed an unnatural yellow. No pupils. No whites. Just glowing, blinding light. Yellow. The color of the Alpha. She opened her mouth and let out a soundless scream. And in that moment, I felt something tear inside me. My teeth ached. I reached up and touched my lips blood. But it wasn’t red.

Her eyes locked on mine the second she entered, and I instantly felt weird—watched, judged, like I’d already failed some test she hadn’t said out loud. “Uh… hi?” I said, taking a step forward. “Who—” She didn’t even let me finish. She moved so fast, it didn’t register until her hand was around my neck. “What the hell—!” I gasped, grabbing her wrist. Her fingers tightened. I struggled against her grip, kicking, clawing, but she didn’t even flinch. And when I looked into her face—her eyes—I froze. They were yellow. Not hazel. Not gold. Bright, glowing yellow like something out of a horror movie. My brain couldn’t even process it.

It symbolizes trust, loyalty, confidence, calmness, shyness and sadness. This colour is more confusing as he saw it a lot of times but couldn't remember when he was shy or sad. White means sickness and fear. He frowned and hoped he would never see this colour on the king's eyes. Yellow means happiness. This part hurt him more than it should because he has never seen this colour before. Maybe it has been years since Taegen's eyes shifted to yellow, years that he was drowning only in sadness and depression. Jimmy added a little note next to this, ”Make the king's eyes turn yellow.”

It looked like a sunset had attached itself to Helena, the colors bleeding into each other to create something new. "What color am I?" Helena asked, bouncing in her seat as she looked from Camille to me. "You're pink and yellow, like a sunset." I smiled. "It lets you see a person's aura, it's amazing." Camille breathed, her eyes darting around the space near my head. "Well, what does yellow and pink mean?" Helena asked the two of us. "Pink could mean love." I shrugged. "Yellow makes me think of happiness and sunshine." Camille chimed in. Her shoulders slowly relaxed, and for once she looked comfortable.

Zephyra looked like a heroin addict. Her hair was dull and sticking out everywhere. Her skin was pale with a sickly yellowish tint, and her eyes were the color of a storm that had long ago unleashed its fury, exhausted and defeated but unable to break and let the sun shine again. Zephyra frowned, staring at the mirror. This deadened woman looking back at her wasn’t her. Jess wouldn’t like this Zephyra either.

like flies. Thousands upon thousands of fat, mutant, yellow flies. “Join us,” he buzzed with a chorus of voices, “accept His Blessing. Be remade in His Image. Join in Communion with us.” I stared at him, mouth hanging open. His eyes glowed a yellow twice as bright as his suit. His teeth glimmered a sickly, unnatural yellow. His face sagged, the flesh loose around the eyes and mouth, like an ill-fitting rubber mask that no longer held the shape of a human face. A nauseating thought bubbled up in my head: If I were to pull off the man in yellow’s face . . . what would I see, underneath?