Yellow Goth の小説・ストーリー

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.

The crowd shoved past, irritated, but I turned on Mira and gave her a look sharp enough to shut her up. “You will wear what looks good,” I snapped. “Not what you think makes you mysterious. Black makes you look like you’re hiding. Yellow makes people look at you. That’s what you need. People watching you. People noticing you. You want them to whisper that you’re weak, or you want them to remember you walked into Panther City with your head up?” Her lips pressed together. The glare she threw me said she hated it. “Fine,” she muttered. “Yellow.” “Good choice,” I said, shoving the top into the bag and moving on.

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.

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?”

I was dressed in A yellow long-sleeved A-shaped dress with long black tights under. I wanted to wear jeans but I didn't have much with me because the clothes that were in the wardrobe were all gotten by Alejandro's for Iris Silver and most of them were in the colour yellow. Iris Silver hates the color yellow so I was told by Paul Silver but somehow most of the dresses for her were in the colour yellow. I didn't dislike the color. It was part of my favorite color so if Alejandro had gotten it to piss her off, then he didn't win because sadly

“Okay! What about the other colors? We could do two or three. I don’t really mind either way, but I feel like two lighter colors would look better.” I nodded in agreement and flipped through more pages. “Here!” I exclaimed, showing him a page. “We could do a light yellow and grey with it.” Zarek wrinkled his nose. “I like the grey, but the yellow… it doesn’t feel right.” “What about this color?” I pointed to a peach shade, softer and less vibrant. “It seems like a good background color.” Zarek’s lips curled into a smile. “If we find flowers like this, they’d look so pretty with the green!” He paused, considering the grey again. “But could we do white instead of grey? The grey feels gloomy.”

“I want to show it to you and if you somehow liked it then I’ll give it to you. Before you say anything else, I do like the car but it’s really not for me. I’m more of a motorcycle type of guy.” “...” “Come on let me show you.” After walking for a few more meters they then went down the parking space below the building. “Here it is!” Grey was stunned when he saw the car, it was beautiful as Yuan said it was. A muscle car that he was dreaming to get when he was in high school. “How did you manage to end up with a car like this and now you want to give it to me??” Grey said. “This car looks really great.” Nick added.

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

Jump says, her eyes going wide. "This is big," Hothead says, dropping his luggage. Even I must admit, Yellow Sun Academy is unlike anything I have ever seen. Yellow Sun Academy looks like a giant, shining, white castle. It looks bigger than our hometown. There are dozens of towers, shining as well. They're hidden behind a large stone wall, with the only entrance being a tall iron gate, and painted right on the iron gate is a yellow sun. The stone path we're on leads us through a beautiful courtyard with lush green grass and big red bushes. On the sides of the path are statues of who I can only guess are past fighters of the Yellow Sun Academy and even they are shining.