Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla Novels & Stories

"It must be a rare butterfly from Oregon, Ma'am. It's called Leona's Little Blue." The woman blinked at Sky. "You're very smart. Have you ever seen it in person?" Sky shook her head. "No, I saw it in a magazine. Mama read it for me. There aren't many of them anymore. They're rare. I'm very afraid that they will become extinct. Their color is very beautiful, Ma'am. Bluish white, just like the color of your brooch. Your niece is so nice to give such a special gift." The woman chuckled. Her shoulders felt light now. She didn't need to be ashamed of others. She also had something to be proud of.

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.

My fur is the most beautiful in the whole kingdom. It has three colors, black, brown and white. It’s like paint buckets were thrown on me and the paints spilled all over my body. According to my patents, I took the color of three people. My father, mother and grandfather, great Alpha Horst. I never for once regretted I was born in the royal family. Everywhere was peaceful in the Kingdom, and so was the palace. I have one wish that is yet to happen though, and that is for Beta Volker to return home. I heard so many things about him from my parents, including my he left the pack.

She chuckles. “No, I have no intention of trying to tame him. He wouldn’t be who he is if he weren’t an arrogant dragon.” “That is true.” She looks at me a moment. Where Avani’s scales are emerald green, Zephyr’s are the color of opals. She is pure white, until the sunlight hits her scales, then they blossom into a kaleidoscope of gentle colors, making it look like she’s lit up from the inside. “And, you’re pregnant, right?”

Isolde Grimfen’s eyes light up with instant understanding, and her head nods at once. As Isolde Grimfen hurries away out the shop door to talk to the guards, my fingers pull out my digital phone terminal in high spirits and send a fast pack message straight to Alpha Vickon. [Zafira: Darling, what is your favorite wolf armor color?] [Vickon: Deep navy blue. Why is your tongue asking?] [Zafira: It is a secret for your beast!] Seeing his text answer matches exactly the deep blue stones inside the silver fangs I picked out, my silver eyes sparkle with total delight.

The one she used to detail the first few steps of every event she organized. "I was thinking about the color scheme. Purple indicates royalty. Sophistication. The perfect color to debut the heir with. We can incorporate all hues and tones but I would suggest a darker jewel tone instead of pastel," She gave me another once-over. "Seeing as her complexion might not withstand the pastel from draining her skin of any color." Somehow her words felt like an insult. A slap in the face, if I could put it that mildly. But Rachel didn't even blink. Although the corner of her lip twitched slightly.

A color that only belong to Bloodmoon wolfs. The red of the Blood Moon. And then my claws, white, gleaming, almost silver, glowing faintly with a quiet divine light. The unmistakable mark of the Moonveil. Ancient. Pure. Lost. A hybrid wolf of two royal lines. I didn’t have time to think.

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