Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla Novels & Stories

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

Even so, Enzo wants to try again today and maybe ask the princess for a cup of tea, since he took noted that she eats with her family. 'If something happened to her, I will hunt down whoever is responsible.' He thought as he clenches his fist Carlo has his back turned on Enzo, still packing the prince's belongings, when he was unaware of the sudden change in Enzo's forest green eyes. It was just a flash of silver, a bright silver that is similar to when the sun hits it making it gleam Enzo was also unaware of this as it only happened for a split second, but that that flash of silver is also a familiar color; as it is only hereditary to the Vlatka Royal Family, a signature color of theirs.

At the bottom is the letter, ‘Other sources’. She turns a page until it went on and on. Most of it, she has already read from the internet. Until she landed on a page that said, ‘Hemmings Files’. She immediately turned the page, and the first thing she saw was a picture of a wolf! But Dione thinks that it is an unusual wolf in the picture. The color of its furs is golden brown and… the tips of the furs are blue. And the wolf’s feet and its body is larger than normal wolves. “Wow… how is that possible?” From what Dione knows, red fur colored are the rarest color of the wolf’s fur. And she didn’t even know or see that there was a wolf with a blue color in their fur. The wolf in the pic was lik

The screams gave way to a low, continuous growl that vibrated through the very floor. Where Nate had been, a wolf now stood. It was the most beautiful and terrifying thing Kieran had ever seen. Its fur was a silky, shimmering midnight blue, a color Kieran had never seen in any wolf, ever. White wolves were rare, legends whispered about them. But blue? It was unprecedented, a color stolen from the deep night sky just before true darkness fell. Yet, this breathtaking beauty was marred, as if the transformation had been stopped midway. Jagged, pitch-black streaks, covered the entire left side of its powerful body, a stark, violent contrast to the luminous blue.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Xiuan bent low and looked at our reflection. "Nothing new," Xiuan said inside my mind, sounding utterly satisfied. "I am beautiful as ever." But I, Xian'na, watching from inside, gasped. The wolf staring back was not the dull gray or brown of the pack wolves. It was a terrifying, perfect pure white, like freshly fallen snow under the sun, with streaks of glowing silver running through the thick fur. Our eyes were not the gold of Goddess power, but a deep, stunning blue—the color of the ocean under the moonlight. I was unique. I was royal. I was holy.

"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

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.

Randy said. "He's usually wearing a royal blue collar with the initials AB engraved in white, and he's chipped if that helps. Any vet can scan his neck and find it. Other than that, he's a black alpaca. They all kinda look the same. If you give me your number, I'll text some pictures." "What does a chip do?" Randy asked.