Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla Novels & Stories

The forest around me exploded into vivid detail—every rustling leaf, every subtle scent, every whisper of breeze against fur. I emerged from behind the pine in my Lycan form, standing nearly eight feet tall on powerful hind legs. My fur, dark as midnight with subtle blue undertones that marked the royal bloodline, caught the moonlight with each breath. I knew my eyes now glowed their true purple-blue, a beacon in the forest shadows.

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

"But as I said, as long as a relative of mine is still alive, we are not oblige to do so. Thanks to Mamang Turiya." "Who is that?" "My grandfather's cousin." "So, what now?" "You understand right, that I came here not to make you propose to me or something? I came here because I am finding something, as what I said, the Vermilion. The one thing that could stop the Malignobons. And I believe if l could find it, we will not get oblige to stick to each other forever anymore. There's a story that our ancestors had told us. It's about the Vermilion. Once found, it would grant the catcher to have two wishes. I promise you once I find it, one of those wishes that I will make is to break the treaty

Her shoulders slowly relaxed, and for once she looked comfortable. "What color am I?" I asked the two of them, stiffening as their eyes roamed the space around my body. "That's a lot of color." Helena murmured, and I wondered if I should be worried. "You have some blue in there, but it's a light and pretty blue. There's also some orange, but it's a gentle shade. Just a tiny bit of pink, and some really thick golden spots." Camille pointed out each color, my confusion increasing with each word she spoke.

There is only one piece of clothing in there and it is the most stunning dress I have ever seen. It was a beautiful sapphire blue, a nice v-neckline with an open back with soft chiffon material attached to the back and shoulders designed to slide nicely over the arms. The pattern down the front was a beautiful mix of night flowers, the different phases of the moon and hidden within the moons and flowers are the occasional wolf.

She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

Vince explained to me in a long and detailed manner. After teaching me about the knowledge of being a werewolf, just like before, it was followed by starting my training. The first thing he taught me was how to shift my form and how to control my wolf. Kuya Vince was amazed when he saw my unique wolf. He said that the original color of their breed was just black and white. But mine is a combination of white and purple, resulting in a delicate shade of baby purple.

NYLA Cortia ran my fingers through my golden blood hair, she kept applying the dye till my hair reach the perfect color of lavender, the original color of the royal blood of Peralez. Although my father barely boast of his purple locs, and rather keeps his head bald, I had the liberty of being born with my mother's blond locs. As history prevails no matter who ever the Alpha of Peralez chose to marry the offsprings always possess lavender hair and deep set of purple eyes, this trait seemed to have skip me so I dye my hair and change my blue eyes to purple to fit in my mother's fantasy.

simpered Chu Xun. "You've forgotten our names, my lord? I'm Violet Fairywren, and she's Sapphire Fairywren." "And she's your big sister?" "You remember us, my lord! Even after so long, you remember us!" cried Violet, her face beaming with joyful surprise that radiated more charm. Chu Xun said nothing. Fairywrens are a kind of songbirds and in the Huaxian classification of colors, blue comes before purple. "You must be tired, my lord. Let me give you a good massage," said Violet. She allowed Chu Xun to lie down on her lap and she began to rub around his temples gently.

The contact had ended on the Heart's timing, not Sierra's. Then it dimmed. Not suddenly. Gradually, the light receded until the Heart Chamber returned to its usual luminescence: the pool's settled glow, the ancestral script catching the light and spreading it through the carved stone as it always had. Kenzie opened her eyes. Sierra looked into them. The violet was different. Not in color. It had always been the distinct shade of Royal bloodline power... the same violet in Kenzie's eyes that the First Royal had carried, the Heart produced, and the bloodline's channels displayed when power moved through them.