Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla Novels & Stories

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.

"L e t ' s... g e t.. t h a t... h e a l e r. B u t... w h a t... w o l f...s h o u l d... I... g i v e s... h e r." "A... w h i t e... o n e." Vikas suggested. "B o r i n g? "M a y... b e... b l u e... G r e y?" Viaks rubbed his chin. "W h a t... a b o u t.. a... p I n k... o n e?"

He was sure the Martellis had forced it on him. Furiously grabbing flame yellow, vibrant blue, and about four other colors, Hades dropped them all his cart. He also picked a silvered lilac shade. If he were choosing based on what the no-fur might like, he would go with that one. It was a fancy brand, easily four times the price of the cheaper, bolder dyes. It wasn't really used by most felines unless they were professional Markers, toms who created body art for a living.

I gritted my teeth and decided that it would be wise to just lie down and use my words to reply instead. ''Your wolf's eye colour is blue, am I right?'' He asked and I nodded forgetting that any minor movement caused my headache to intensified and that I had decide to use my words to reply. ''My king, it would be wise to cease in using your head to reply.'' He suggested with his eyebrow cocked. ''Yeah.'' I whispered in agreement. "You can tell True Bloods by their eye colour that ranges from violet to purple. I assume you are already aware of." He said with his eyebrow cocked.

but a union and a great headstart between two packs;The imperial pack and the Moonstone pack." Excited cheers came after Alpha Zachary's words. "On this note, we can begin the celebrations." The music resumed in earnest. Princess Ilvira sat by the Alpha prince on the left side of the table and I watched her begin to dig into the meal in front of her with so much grace than I could ever muster. I let my mind take the same lane it has always taken all my life. Princess Ilvira didn't seem out of place sitting beside the Alpha prince. I imagined myself sitting there beside me and the sight wasn't as pleasant as the one of princess Ilvira. She sat there gracefully. Her face was flawless and her

She turned to the shopkepper and said, “Do you not have trews?” The shopkepper blinked, “What?” “Trews. Daks? Leggings? Trousers? Slacks?” The shopkepper smiled, “You must not be from here?” Violet cleared her throat, “How do you know that?” “Your accent is quite.. different. No Star clan indigenes sound like you, and.. your hair colour pretty much stand out, no one here has had purple hair for decades.” Violet shrugged. Noticing Violet's disinterest in any further conversation, the shopkepper went around the shop to pick a few items and when he was done, he went back to Violet was still standing.