Onyx The Color Novels & Stories

I don’t want to do anything to get him kicked out again. I noticed that Orsa’s coloring was an ugly grey. I’ve seen grey wolves before, but they don’t actually look grey, or if they have some grey coloring, it’s mixed with various shades of other colors. Orsa’s coloring was not particularly attractive. It was a solid grey, like the color of clay when too many colors have been mixed together. Her animal’s fur, like Qadira’s, is a blend of colors from the two animals, much like the animal itself. However, dark brown and white seem to blend better than black and white in animal fur form. Since I’ll probably need to shift into Qadira to sleep in anyway, I quickly strip down and let her pull the

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar

Calming, taking deep breaths, and flickering a glance up at Toya once more. “My eyes… what did you see?” It’s the only thing she said that stuck. “Blue isn’t your color when you engage whatever this was.” Kaelin is the one to answer, and this surprises me. Because I have wolved the last few days and blue is for sure my constant color no matter what form I am in. They never change as they never have. Always blue, eternally glowing since birth. Just brighter as a wolf. “So what were they?” “Purple… well, blue purple sort of.” Toya shrugs, like she isn’t sure she actually saw that color, and Kaelin nods because he saw it too.

“Only those who are extremely familiar with the Alpha are allowed in. My mother and two others were the only closest ones to Alpha Gar so this is my first time here.” I tore my gaze from the witch and looked at the content of the table. There were just a few containers probably inclosing ointments, the candles and a small cylinder aquarium displaying six several colored waters. The colors came one after the other, starting from the bottom to the top. The lowest one was a purple color; it occupied a bigger space than three other colors. After it was black, which seemed to occupy just the same space as the purple, next was blue, followed by white; this one seemed to be one of the worst, as it

Those are rare, I say without a doubt to myself. I heard stories in my childhood where they would talk about those who had golden yellow eyes. And then I remembered... legend tells us that only lycans had the exact same color of eyes. Some having extremely rare onyx eyes, and most having golden yellow ones. I heard they glowed brightly even in the dark. "This is why you haven't bothered to greet me upon my arrival?" The woman asks, raising her brows at Marcus who chuckled and ran his fingers through his slick, raven colored hair.

Honestly, I’m still struggling, my gifts are evolving the more I use them, I understand them better every day, but I still feel way out of my depth. The only way I can describe it is, every werewolf has the same orange hue to their aura, Celestials also have white, my protectors have blue, which is basically the entire Old Guard, Zander and Christian. Marcel’s is mostly black, with a feint haze of blue, or that’s what it used to look like, the blue has gotten deeper and more prominent recently. The rest of the pack has a mix of colours, and I can’t figure out what they mean. Some have purple, which I thought was a witch thing as that is what Imelda, Esme and Lottie all have, but that can’t b

"What do you mean colors?" "Each bond has a color, a mate bond is gold, a family bond is orange, the oath bond is blue and a blood bond is red. You have all those colors coming from you but the one that is the brightest and the thickest is the mate blood bond you share with father, that one is a mix of gold, blue and red." "Me and your father have an oath bond? How?"

With a final deep exhale, he breaks in front of us, elongating, lowering, changing. The air rings with the crunch of bone, but he doesn’t make a sound, then his wolf is standing there on four legs, shaking out his thick, shiny pelt. I’ve never seen his color before. He’s white on his muzzle, inner legs, and chest, but his nose and haunches are almost orange, and the rest of him is rich brown mixed with a rusty red.

, he grumbled. Bartimaeus hummed, "I couldn't say. Most leaders shine red, and the gifted lot that masters it in six months usually shine with a soft silver color", he hummed, "Anyway, your grandmother shined a distinct Dark Green color, it's not a bad color, but the connotations of the color usually belong to ambition, greed, jealousy. The lighter color that's not clouded with Darkness, means, growth, wellness, fertility, safety and harmony", he explained. "The darkness, what color is that?" Sasha asked curiously. "Black?" he asked pointing out the obvious.

Why is her colour important to him? “She is definitely a wolf of my old pack. The females from my mother’s side all have wolves of that colour. They are special. Most wolves come in one colour, but the females in my line, their wolves are known as Luna wolves. Their coat goes from black to grey, fading to white. She is strong. It explains why she showed you your mom’s memories of that day.” I blink at him as Chaos perks up at his words. She pushes forward, looking at him through my eyes before she wanders back off to where she was laying.