Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla Novels & Stories

Ignoring Lucille the entire time, I turned back to Archer. “So what’s the name of this one?” I asked, voice filled with innocent curiosity. Thankfully, Archer knew enough to not make the both of us look stupid. “That’s our own unique blend of orchids. They don’t usually come in that color but Ivan had these specially crossed to provide this unique blue color.” Now that I looked at it closer, the flower was actually pretty. I just didn’t quite care about it as I claimed to. Still I said “That’s so cool.” and sniffed the flower, searching around for a new one in case she needed some more convincing.

I picked up my trousers on the ground and put them on while I couldn't stop myself from thinking about what had just happened. I felt relieved knowing Victoria could protect herself even without me, but I don't know about her power, and I wish it would not complicate things between us. I have seen her fur, and more or less, we have the same colors; the base of her fur is grey-yellow, while most of her fur is grey.

Ofez 'POv: About two months ago, Jenny found me. To tell you the truth, I hate her. I remember the day we met she was wearing a purple coat with a purple-black marten collar and cuffs. It is said that this color of mink hair is taken from a small tip of a certain mink's tail. If this rumor is true, it would take at least a hundred minks to make a collar like hers. But even if the rumors are true, this thing on her may not be true.

"Who's saying that this is just a regular clear purple jade? I don't mind telling all of you, but this color and transparency put it at a level of royal purple!" At that moment, Raphael let out a cold laugh. At those words, it was as if a bomb was dropped in the middle of the crowd. "What?" "I-is that really a royal purple?!" "How could that be?!" Everyone was shocked. They exchanged looks of complete surprise with each other. No matter what color a jade was, there was a top-quality one for each color. Of the greens, the highest quality one would be an imperial green!

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.

" By mid-afternoon, they were in the paint section of a local home improvement store, encircled by sample cards of purples, pinks, and neutrals. "I like that lavender," Lily said, indicating a pale, dreamy color. "It's calming," Vandaulf nodded. "Like something a tranquil princess would sleep under." "Exactly. "Or," he said, drawing out another swatch, "we could do this plusher purple—more like warrior princess empowered." She arched an eyebrow. "You're making our baby Xena, aren't you?" "Don't try to tempt me. Baby war whoops are highly on-brand."

Bellinor asked, confused. "No, there's a big difference; our princess has red and fine gold lines in her irises, giving the illusion of gold orange. The four remaining bloodlines are Orange, the Guild of Valencia; Yellow, the Guild of Blane; Green, the Guild of Bercilak; and Blue, the Guild of Cobalt.” “I see,” Bellinor answered unconfidently, still trying to absorb all the information Draven had just shared with him. He was surprised to have learned this news about his lineage.

Your ears picked up on my words right away and reacted. In response to the elderly woman's comments, Esme let out a giddy laugh, but she did not break her expectant gaze. _My youngest son looks just like you. Your hair and eyes are the only things that set you apart. He has eyes fit for a king. "He looks just like me? What exactly is an eye of royalty? Is it because of the colour that it was called that?" _Purple is the colour of royalty. And yes, the two of you are a mirror image of each other. It would be extremely difficult to differentiate the two of you if you stood next to each other and covered your eyes.

She walked with Mira to the section that had velvet silk and asked the lady at the counter to show them the finest velvet silk. “Which color?” “Royal Purple.” Mira had a picture in her head of what she wanted to do. “You heard the lady.” Almera sat back in one of the chairs while the lady showed Mira the various colors; Mira spotted the color she wanted and pointed towards it “That one… I want that…” “Madam, that is slightly expensive.” The lady hesitated as she spoke in a muffled voice. Her intention was not to insult but she didn’t think Mira could afford that.