Rose Gold Sky Dweller Blue Face Novels & Stories

She is tall, nearly as tall as he is, her midnight blue dress showing off an athletic build and unearthly grace. The caption below it is simple, typed in an elegant, archaic font: Draven A. and his Rose of Light. I lean closer, my vision sharpening with werewolf precision until I can see the texture of the paper. The light around her face can’t hide the necklace she’s wearing. It’s a heavy, platinum pendant, a howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon.

he growled, his carnal crimson eyes locking onto mine. "No," I said, looking at Sterling, who was cowering behind her shattered console. "The Sanatorium is being Renovated." We emerged from the wreckage of the white stone, leading a thousand "Awakened" wolves into the surgical-white afternoon. But the sky wasn't white anymore. My "Sovereign Furnace" had overloaded the atmospheric scrubbers, and the sky was returning to a Jagged, Natural Blue. I looked at my hands. The silver-burns were gone, replaced by permanent, glowing markings that looked like the Runes of a survivor.

We ran until Astra slowed by a riverbank. I didn't know why at first, but when she looked down, and I looked with her, and gasped–the wolf staring back at me was sky blue, and her eyes….goddess above! They were the same colour, but deeper-like the sky at the moment just before full dark. “That's–” I stared breathlessly. “Us,” Astra cut in quietly, and let out a howl. It started off low, but as she raised her head as far back as she could it got louder, until I could feel it in every fiber in me….The pain.

Jennifer wasn't foolish, and she wasn't about to buy into Donovan's sweet talk. She remained seated, and said indifferently, "Officer Sanders… Oh, sorry, I mean Mr. Sanders. What brings you to Prospera Corporation?" "One is to see you. Look, these blue roses were deliberately air-flown from the Southern Hemisphere. You can't even buy them in Mirage City!" Donovan's face beamed with pride. "And these foreign large diamonds are top-notch. They're absolutely rare treasures that would make many women scream. They complement your unique aura perfectly."

I assumed this was his maid, when in the room walked a stunning woman. Her hair was silver, falling to her waist in beachy waves. Her eyes were an insanely beautiful shade of platinum silver. She was wearing a gold sports bra and a pair of black shorts, along with gold combat boots adorning black accents. I could see Raziel's gold crescent moon symbol etched along the right side of her face. Then I saw a turquoise double crescent moon with three stars on her neck. This was a Wolf mate’s mark… I knew this must be his mate, but I didn’t know my brother had a mate…

Replied the lady. “Ok Dejon Dordez, why is a lady in a forest filled with centaurs and other scary creatures by herself.” Asked John. “Visiting my wizard friend.” Said Dejon cocking her head sideways and smiling. “What can you tell me about Sky Metal?” asked John. “Well, there is only three places it can be found here, or on Polaris, but you need a drill that can get through the ground under the lake, plus its really cold there and finally there’s Kawacora, but the scientists there are mean, arrogant and uptight about their work and the Sky metal. Next I can tell you that just a piece of Sky metal is worth 10,000,000 gold.”

Three rapid pounds against the door had me pinching the bridge of my nose, “I could have used a few more minutes.” Finn chuckled before Enzo kicked open the door, dragging Sin along with him, “Are you two done fucking now?” “Didn’t fuck him,” I grinned, crossing my arms over my chest. “And I’m not a man who can shift into a wolf,” Enzo rolled his eyes. “You gonna tell me the sky isn’t blue next?” I arched a brow, “Sin, could you walk over to the window and let me know what color the sky is currently?” The sun was setting and instead of the typical blue, the sky was bright oranges and pinks, with a hint of purple.

The room itself was magnanimous. There was a huge stage on the other end of me with the most ostentatious couch. It was long, maroon with gold detailing and gold handles. In front of me, there was a pathway, and on either side of it was a waterfall—that’s right, a waterfall inside—that fell into a pool of water. It smelled like roses, something familiar, and pleasant. As I walked the sound of my steps followed behind me a few seconds later. “Wow,” I said. I got to the other side and saw the falls from the other side. It really was beautiful. I turned to the stage and instantly became mesmerized by the couch. The gold detailing had painted a story of a human transforming into a wolf.

A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest. High Lady Demeter sat by his left; tall and gorgeous was the Fae Parliamentarian. Her wavy, dark green hair had an exquisite golden headpiece that framed her round face. Her pink eyes were soft, and at each corner was a small pink flower tattoo. High Lord Blaze, the Phoenix Parliamentarian, was on the other side of her. His hair and eyes were as orange and fiery as the fire, and his face was scrunched in disgust. Each of them represents a species from their world.

If I had to face this drakaina alone I know I would have likely fainted. Behind the Queen are two attendants. One male and one female and both very young. They are wearing matching outfits of pale blue silk, their wings small and folded behind them. The drake has a warm glow about him, like captured sunlight, his skin a tawny brown like days spent too long on a beach. His hair looks like a fallen star, starting with black at the roots and extending out in every direction with a fade from black into purple then red, orange, and finally pale blonde. His eyes are coal black.