Yellowface Review Novels & Stories

"It doesn't suit my skin tone at all." "It does." "It doesn't." "It does." "It doesn't." Both of us wouldn't yield. He beckoned me. "Come here." I still have no idea why I went to him like a nice little girl. He made me sit beside him. Then, he wrapped a few strands of my hair around his finger, studying it with a focused gaze. "So?" I asked him after a minute or two. He grabbed my jaw and raised my head. After a long moment, he said, "Yellow was too innocent and cheery for your face. The red brings out the lecherous side in your eyes."

*VICKY* I slowly moved forward from behind the bin and watched as a slow smile appeared on his face. Once I stopped, he walked off the roof's ledge and softly landed right in front of me. He then removed the hat and in the sunlight, revealed his pale face. His cheekbones were very prominent, and there wasn't a single strand of hair on his head. His eyes were a deep golden yellow—the sign of a superior Kindred. I know because I had the same colored eyes.

This person wore a yellow robe with a black muslin veil covering it. At first glance, it seemed retro. However, just looking at his face was enough to make me breathless. It was as if he hadn't seen the sun all year round. His face was strangely white, and his lips were red. He looked like a zombie coming out of a coffin. Yang Xiao didn't bother hiding the displeasure in his eyes. The stranger raised his sword and flashed him a bizarre smile. "Not bad, kid. You recognize us."

Damion reached across, taking the folder from him. "What? You weren't going to read it." He said, flipping it open and passed over a picture. Jayce's face twisted in disgust at the image of the man. His blonde hair was short and flat, with pale blue eyes and freckles dotting across his nose and cheeks, but his smile left dread in the pit of his stomach. Bleached white smile, but his canines were slightly thinner and sharper, just slightly longer than the rest of his teeth, but no one would have noticed on first glance. He sure as Hell did.

My head snapped back, and I tasted blood. "Two." Another punch. My stomach. I doubled over, retching. "Three." She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up so I was looking at her face. Up close, her eyes weren't honey-colored. They were yellow. Like a wolf's. "Stay down," she whispered. "And maybe I'll stop." I should have stayed down. But something inside me—something small and stubborn and furious—refused. "No," I choked out. Freya's smile vanished.

The photo of her father having a genuine smile while looking at the trees will always be the best image Adeline will have as his remembrance. "Huh?" She suddenly became distracted after accidentally noticing her left eye getting blurry. She gently wiped it with her hand, but she got confused with what was suddenly happening to her eyes. Adeline seemed to have her eye getting irritated after noticing how imbalanced the color she saw was. But since she wasn't sure of what’s happening, she thought of something else. She tried to cover up her right eye with her right hand while her left eye remained uncovered. It confused her to see no colors other than the two: black and white.

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.

It was nothing like the vampire that I'd seen the other day in the forest. The vampire's eyes were completely yellow with no pupils and their skin was whiter than milk. The vampire screeched again, reviewing all of the sharp teeth that look deadlier than knives. Their claws reached out, trying to scratch me. Their nails were long and yellow, covered with dirt. My heart pounds on my chest as the vampire moved closer and closer to me. I turned back, forcing myself to run as fast as I could go. I don't know why I feel the urge to turn back and look at the vampire again. I turned my head once again and right when that happens, the vampire clawed the side of my face. I let out a scream. Jade Loui

Still, it was worth a shot. I took a deep breath and sank my chompers into my wrist—ouch!—letting my blood flow into Vivaldi's mouth like a soda fountain. The grey, sickly color started to disappear, and his skin glowed like he'd just come back from a beach vacation. The creepy red glow in his eyes vanished, and his face relaxed, like he was snuggling a puppy in a hammock. I paced about, chewing my lip as minutes turned into half an hour. My heart lifted like a hot air balloon when his skin stayed sun-kissed, with no signs of going grey again.

Then footsteps, heavy and sharp, stomping closer. Voices slink through, Marc and Velan, those bastards, chatting like it’s nothing, as if they were old friends. Torchlight catches Velan’s face, my hybrid eyes suddenly flares up and turns yellow-green. His skin is sickly, pale with a faint yellow-greenish tint, like there is something wrong with him. I realized only my hybrid eyes let me see this, he hid it so well with a spell. What’s up with him? “Whip’s your tool,” he’s saying, voice slick and twisted as they enter the cell next to me.