Rose Gold Sky Dweller Blue Face Novels & Stories

The *Beastmen consist of several ranks that indicate their strength. The ranks are identified by the color of their eyeballs. Those who are born without natural/special talents have various eyeball colors but look like ordinary human eyeballs. While those who have risen in rank/changed levels will have eyes that sparkle beautifully like polished gemstones. Starting from the lowest level; *Gold: eyeballs are golden *Diamond: eyeballs are clear crystal *Emerald: eyeballs are green *Amethyst: eyeballs are purple *Sapphire: eyeballs are blue *Ruby: eyeballs are red

“I’m plating the silver in iron with nickel alloy, like the Ghost gloves. Ian won’t feel the silver. It won’t hurt him at all, but the silver will prevent him from shifting into his wolf form. It should… snap him right out of it when they put it on him for the first time. And he won’t be able to take it off and choke on it, I swear.” Ryatt’s mouth ticks into a wry smile. Charming. Handsome. For a moment, I see the resemblance between him and Aris, and then it fades, reminding me that Aris generally prefers his father’s side of the family looks-wise. “Blake’s daughter, Skye… you’ll meet her at Solstice. She might be in the market for something like this, as well. She’s very girly, so somethin

But damn, he’s got the aura of death down. His body is painted entirely robin’s-egg blue, except his face—which is matte black. He carries a blue snake, and wears a massive hummingbird skull mask that shadows his glowing eyes. His nose is blunt, his mouth flat, and his ears are pierced with large gauges. He’s shirtless, too, but wears an enormous collar made of gold, cloth, and beads, and a loincloth held in place by a gold belt. Feathers sprout from one leg, and he’s barefoot.

How could they possibly serve as an artifact spirit for some unknown kid? That would be way too embarrassing to even mention. "Don't write it off so fast. Chase even managed to snag a top-tier two-headed dragon as a pet. Having one of your Silver Moon Sky Wolves as an artifact spirit is totally within the realm of possibility," Andre said, watching Walter the two-headed dragon working hard to resist the Zago army. He then glanced at Barry as well. Right, there was also the Sky Demon general. His Sky Demon armor was clear proof. Hearing Andre put it this way, Hardy also felt it made some sense. He tentatively used his spiritual consciousness and identification techniques to examine the Greedy

“Some things are better left unsaid. You’ll thank me for it one day.” Sky bit her lip, nodding reluctantly. But even as she fell silent, her thoughts churned. What are you hiding, Xavier? And why does it feel like your secrets could destroy me? ***** “This pair,” the tall jewelry attendant began, holding them up for Sky to see, “is crafted with the rarest diamonds from Botswana. Each stone has been meticulously cut to perfection by our finest artisans. The clarity, the color, the cut—it’s unparalleled.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Celeste: “Tempting, but the quarry already has dibs on tonight for Atlantean 101. No room for a shoe funeral.” Seras leans between the seats. Seras: “New rule: the new pair has to be even louder than the old ones.” Kayo holds up her phone. Kayo: “I found a customizer online who’ll dye them any color and embroider whatever you want. My vote: black with tiny glowing tridents that only show up underwater.” I grin. Celeste: “Sold.” We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it).

Her complexion favored her Indigenous American father, a warm contrast to her mother’s fairer skin. Overhead, the unmistakable silver shimmer of DOVE—Persephone’s mechanical companion—flashed in the dim lighting. The robotic bird, crafted with intricate Indigenous tribal etchings along its sleek metal frame, pulsed with an eerie green glow. It flitted through the air, its sharp metallic talons clicking ominously as it searched for a perch. I instinctively ducked, gripping the brim of my hat tightly. “Not today,” I muttered, sidestepping out of the bird’s flight path.

But, before I could devour those pretty lips, Rose, who was still on the call coughed while glaring at me. “Ahem. I am still on the call.” Kristine unintentionally pushed me out of the camera, placing her attention back to her friend and that blue monster. “Yeah, I was saying.” She cleared her throat, regaining her senses and shoved the dragon in the camera. “Look at it, Rose, it’s the Limited Edition I told you about. I felt horrible when they were all sold out.” “You actually wanted this one?” Her eyes twinkled, “Yes, Zayne! I loved it! I have all the collection back in…” But, it faded when she realized where she was leading this sentence.

The scent of fresh soil and crushed leaves clung to the air around them. And then there were the air dwellers. Clad in white garments so light they floated like mist. Some of their robes shimmered with silver threads; others were nearly translucent. Their eyes were pale, blue, gray, or white like the sky during a thunderstorm. Their symbol, a spiral of wind, glowed softly on their garments. They seemed barely tethered to the ground, as if a gust could lift them away at any moment. Panic caught my throat, and I started to scream.