Yellow Goth Novels & Stories

Ruby quickly clicked her phone and turned on the front camera, showing me the image of my eyes. I gasped in surprise as I saw the glow emanating from my eyes. The yellowish-red color was fluctuating, just like Ruby had described. Ruby's eyes were wide with excitement as she examined the image on her phone. "You have the glow of an omega wolf," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "And that’s because of the yellow color. But the fluctuations to red...I don't understand. No way you could be an omega and alpha Wolf."

I know the lady will be getting back to us, I bet she wanted us to grieve before talking about business. Chloe's eyes changed because she finally accepted her destiny. Nathan told me about how a grey werewolf's eyes can change to that of the bright grey moon if they believe in themselves and accept their grey wolves. It's like accepting Jesus as your lord and savior then after that when you die you go to heaven and become an angel.

I know the chances of casualties are high, but I’m trying to do as much as I can to limit the death count for what’s to come. We held a joint funeral for Izac and Kylie in the Temple of Morrtemis, with majority of the pack attending. It was a beautiful service and so many people shared happy memories of the sweet couple, myself included. For a mutolupus funeral, we wear yellow for remembrance and happiness, because we want to remember and honour the happy memories we had with those who have passed.

I add. “What does this glow look like?” Rye asked. “Devon and Nate glow a bright iridescent silvery colour. Kaleb glows a bright darker blue colour and Reece glows a bright darker green colour. I also notice a darker blue halo around Kyalni and a darker green halo around Mykenzie. The halo seems to follow them. Nymyra also has a bright silver glow to her.” I answer. No one says anything, and I have a feeling they think I am crazy. I see Rye look at Chris, and I can tell they are communicating without words. None of the three women seemed to be phased by this. It’s like they already know.

My body is loving the break from all the walking and standing. Then the strangest thing happens, the floor around me comes alive. But it’s not the green of my eyes this time. Or the twined metal and obsidian flowers of the Senator. It’s a liquid yellow. Like a lion’s mane. The color of molten sunlight. Malachi.

"Piss yellow, okay! I'm gonna get them to paint the ugliest yellow I can find." Beth cocked her head, very "Beth-like" and looked at him curiously. "Why would you want an ugly truck?"