Yellow Goth Novels & Stories

Gray- This colour signifies individuals with zero potential. White-This colour signifies individuals with average potential Yellow- this colour signifies individuals with disaster potential Red- this colour signifies individuals with ancient potential. Gold- this colour signifies individuals with epic potential.] {Note: Level 1 to 20 - E-class - Common rank Lvl21 to 40 - D-class -Uncommon to Rare LVL 41 to 60-C-class -Elite LVL 61 to 80-B- class - Mystic Lvl 81 to 100 A-class - Unique

Goth has green eyes, blond straight long hair that was tied into a ponytail, he wore a white T-shirt with blue denim and was very muscular build. Carolyne tilted her head as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. She slowly stood up and reached her hand out towards Goth. “Hey Goth, I'm Carolyne, Amore's best friend. We will be seeing each other a lot.” Carolyne said in a flirtatious voice. Goth took Carolyne's hand and gave it a little shake. He let go of her hand but didn't pay her any further attention. “Carolyne, aren't you spaying on James and Caity today?”Nathan asked as he looked at Carolyne's flirtatious behavior towards Goth.

Again. There were bright yellow shades levitating above her head, a dim of red and grey. And for some unknown reason, as crazy as that may sound, I thought I could actually…explain what the colors meant. Bright yellow for nature. Grey, dark and pigmented. Jealousy. And the red, a little touch of anger.

She seemed bothered by my question. “You’re unfriendly,” I explained to her as I stared at her. I wanted to ask if she was sick or something, although the color of her eyes did not really bother me much. It was like staring at an optical illusion, a hypnotic circle that you could not just stay away from. Izobel has golden yellow eyes, one of the rarest, and usually, the color symbolizes happiness and optimism, but why does she hide them? “Why are your eyes golden yellow?” I asked when she didn’t talk again.

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

She perplexed. "It's not golden; it's yellow-orange, or let us say, dandelion yellow or honey~" Gabriel immediately opposed while making a girly gesture of pointing with diction in pronouncing every word. His pointy finger was near beside his right cheek. Alexis rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "Duh, whatever." In our team, Gabriel is the most observant and particular it comes to details, especially colors. So it was no longer a question why he knew those shades.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.

He glanced at me, staring at me from up to toe before returning his gaze to the sky. “Why yellow eyes?” I heard him murmur. He’s just so fond of my eyes making me wonder why? People do look at me and act strange, while people from my pack call me human saying I have their eyes. Werewolves were knows for having, Black, Brown, Red or ocean blue eyes, while Witches were known for having, Brown, Hazel and green, Fae, have Purple and black, Vampire, black, brown and red and I’m the one only to have a different color shade of eyes…yellow.

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

It’s not green-glowing like I’d expect the Luna’s to be, more of a washed-out bluish-white, so I assume it’s mr-blue-eyes-cleft-chin fae zipping northward like a sixteen hundred horsepower Hennessey Venom F5, defying the laws of physics with a fluid and aerodynamic grace. “Why that little—!” Channeling my indiscriminate swearing his direction, I begin retooling my plan, but before I can finish that curse, a second sylphide streak follows him in a foggy greyish haze. Then, I’ll fucking be a hairy werewolf if there isn’t a third, this one blazing along in a distinct pale yellow like a sunbeam. “Fuck me! How many of those fae is that Candlewood alpha keeping in there!? All of them?”