Yellow Goth Novels & Stories

"Are you serious?" She nodded and the saleslady, who earlier was elated was now annoyed at Ligaya. She just lost a big earn because of Ligaya's strangeness. And so Ligaya and V proceeded to the men's section where clothes of her taste were located. There, she immediately spotted a black V-neck and a navy blue rounded-neck

Cyrus replied confidently, "Yes, it's eyeshadow." "Wrong." Cyrus gave her another ten envelopes of money. She said, "This is a blush" George frowned. "It's obvious that there is also yellow in it." Sigrid explained quickly, "The yellow color is an orange shade of blush. There are also purple and light pink. However, they are all known as blush." George was speechless. Women were so troublesome. They were clearly yellow, purple and light pink. However, they only said that all of it was blush! What happened to the other three colors that got ignored? Why weren't those three colors included as well? It was so unfair!

Yorgan was yanked and tossed from the van, landing with a grunt on the parched earth, a stark reminder of the isolated wasteland they were in. Gideon stormed over, his stride purposeful. His anger was palpable with every step, a tangible force in the air. As he drew nearer, his eyes shifted continuously from their usual hue to a striking blood red, with flecks of gold shimmering within. It clearly showed that his wolf demanded dominance, eager to break free and assert control.

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.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

>Maya Yohan suddenly put his hand on his mouth as his expressions changed. He was trying to hide something, I could tell from his expressions. Dark blood dripped down his chin and the situation felt oddly familiar. Suddenly my head started to hurt. “I-” He tried speaking again as he looked at me. It looked like he was having trouble doing so but more than that there was something else that made me nervous. His eyes. From green color they began to change to yellow and at the same time started glowing.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

I could hear her voice from where I was showering. "Each talent is assigned to a distinct emphasis in a coterie. Your eye color determines the assignment. Red is for students gifted with speed and agility, which are mostly vampires; yellow is for those with incomparable strengths and strong senses, green is for faes who can control plants and animals; purple is for witches or those gifted with incantations, spells, and potions, gray is for seers, and blue is for hybrids." "Myra, what about you? She has the same eyes as us. The standard dark brown eyes?"

I affirmed like a lovestruck lady. "Do you trust me?" "No." I smiled, he chuckled. His hold on me tightened and then his eyes flashed a brief shade of blue. My smile deepened. His Wolf eye color was different compared to other werewolves that were golden brown. He was unique just like mine. I wondered why they were blue though but before I could ponder further, golden butterflies surrounded us. And then we gradually ascended into the sky. In a strange way, it felt like my heels were still against the ground but in reality, we were already amidst the clouds.

I chose an unusual yellow-tinged one, the only one that looked that way. Picking it up, I cradle it in my palm, moving it back and forth to admire the swirl of yellow gold that runs through the otherwise pale grey matter. "Ah, this one isn't fully English. There's some witch's blood running through her. She will be a special one, I'm sure. Come?" Celeste asks whilst walking to the second pool.