Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla Novels & Stories

A tall, Caucasian woman wearing a fur coat walked across the stage. “Now, for number twenty-one, a new Chinchilla fur. This expensive piece was donated by Valkilmer Furs who has a physical location in Ohio and a website, www.valfurs.com. Order any size of any type of fur from anywhere at www.valfurs.com. We’ll start the bidding off at ten thousand dollars.” Bruce’s head rocked back. “Geez,” he mumbled. Seven paddles went up in the room.

“Take them downstairs, tell Jinx I’ve got the best of the best tonight. Ria Lopez, most favored beta in Greyhound pack. Some might even say Alpha Kane fancies her loud ass. Britney O’Shea, now here is a fine gem I would have kept had she not rejected me. This one, gentlemen is a fiery beta, most rare indeed because her fur has two colors. Copper red and black. Copper red in itself is the rarest fur color let alone on a female. Ah, the last and certainly the most expensive, River Brown. Mate to the most powerful alphas of the land. Gotta say I would have never guessed they of all people could get a mate. And not just three mates but one.

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.

"My half-sister has the mark on the back of her ear." "We will be with you by morning." The Beta said before hanging up. Henrik sat in his chair and looked at me. "What the hell is going on?" I asked. "Did Ingrid tell you about the Royal Family? "Yes." "And about Laire? The missing princess?" "Yes," "Well, to be a member of the royal line, there are some requirements from the wolf," Henrik said. "You have to be a pure white wolf, whose fur is opalescence in the moon's light. Behind the right ear, there should be the Royal mark, and purple eyes. Only the Royals have purple eyes."

Gunnar's eyes widen as he takes in his mate's almost completed transformation. Hilda grasps her brother's shoulder as shock rakes through her body, and the doctor smiles. Finally, Vanessa's frame stills. No more cries of pain come from her lips, and she moves to stand up. Her wolf form (picture a lycan from like underworld) is muscular and average size for a female. But it is her color that has her audience stunned. Unlike every standard werewolf in the world, Vanessa is a royal white. All except a small patch on her chest, which is red. Indicating Vanessa is indeed a royal........ Rosy lets out the highest pitched scream yet, and Vanessa's head instantly turns in her direction. Her body is

Jai immediately told him, and Yuta nodded. “I won’t. I’m just taking a look at it.” Yuta said, examining the wound again. He noticed a very faint purple lining around the wound. “It’s close to lilac. Is it diluted or is it the thick one? The Violet Lily? Or is it Gun Petal?” He muttered to himself. “But isn’t Gun Petals pink, brother?” Ruta asked in confusion. “Yes. But the center part of it is thick purple pink. If we squeeze that out, we’ll get a substance that’s purple pink in color. But looking at this lilac color… I don’t think it’s Gun Petals now…” Yuta said.

I gasp. My eyelids fly open. “What is it?” Mitch asks with great interest. Standing, as well. Blue had not been a hue I’d contemplated, for fear it would meld right into the ocean scenery. No, I want something that grabs and commands attention. I immediately visualize a shade so rich and brilliant, a blue-turquoise so sensational, it truly would be a beacon. Turquoise and white. With a darker blue or possibly black as a faint enhancement around the fringes to make it all pop.

Being that I am the oldest child of the current feline Alpha, and the first to change, there will be a clan ceremony tonight after I shift. There will be 174 others ascending to shifted across the world with me today, including my best friend and Clan dorm mate Raven. No one would confuse us. I have dark crimson red hair and she has light blond, almost white hair. Her eyes are a robin’s egg blue, while mine are a stormy-dark violet. We are only 10 months apart; me being older. She says that she does not care what her animal is as long as she is not a cow or a whale.

Violet’s POV Blue was sprawled across my bed like she paid rent, wings stretched, tail twitching, and now roughly the size of an overfed lion. Her scales shimmered iridescently every time she breathed, her little nostrils puffing tiny curls of smoke. Riven fed her “growth regulation pills,” whatever the hell that meant, so she wouldn’t evolve into a full damn sky-dragon inside the dorm and burn the place down. Not that I would’ve minded. Some people deserved a light crisping.

he asked tenderly, and I only frowned at him more. "What don't I know?" I asked, insistent, and he sighed deeply, a troubled look in his eyes, "Your eyes, Laila. They were purple. That trait is very much exclusive to.." He trailed off as I finished the sentence for him, "Royals," I said, sounding breathless. He nodded, and I felt my face drain of colour, suddenly feeling unsteady on my feet. "It's okay, little wolf," he said softly, putting his arms around me and holding me against him.