Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla Novels & Stories

Lillah turned, looking up at his magnificence. “Wow.” The tiny Omega, gaped. The Beta was big but the Vermale was bigger. Sarmin preened, enjoying her reaction. She took in the gleaming scales that covered his body. They were every shade of blue in existence. Starting lightest on his chest they fanned out becoming darker and darker until they were such a deep blue, they were almost black. “You’re beautiful.” She breathed.

Since Sir Payne was out of the cave, he automatically joined the link. Then Dame Xianth went out. And I was shocked by her fur. It was.. tri-colored!! Black, white, and a subtle touch of gray. One wouldn’t notice if they didn't thoroughly look at her. Now I know why Redburg was interested in her. Because of her unusual and unique colors.

I'll add Cerulean for her blush. A combination of Burnt Sienna, Terra Rosa, Viridian and White would be perfect for her contours, this would give justice to the height of her cheek bones, emphasizing every edge, each soft curve. For her beautiful wavy hair, Transparent Oxide Red, Viridian, White and Tera Rosa, which will present the waves and the silk elegantly. I inhaled the scent of paint and the wet canvas, and I imagined Candice to be a girl who loves lavender and so I mixed the pigments Rose and Ultramarine Blue for the background which created a perfect soft purple, like lavender.

I scream as my body bends and breaks! Valsurus takes off into the forest, running at full speed. He runs for miles until he finally stops at the edge of the lake. He allows me to look upon him through the reflection of the water. Valsurus is massive, as big as every Royal wolf, eight-foot at least. Valsurus is also a charcoal colour, putting him in line with the rest of our siblings. Valerian is black, Valsurs, charcoal, Valerius, grey, and Vasara snow white.

They were the canvas for my next masterpiece. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small vial of concentrated methylene blue, a medical grade dye. In small doses, it’s harmless. In "Jean-Pierre" doses, it has a very specific side effect: it turns the consumer’s skin a delicate, sickly shade of Smurf, the blue ones. "One drop for the Prince," I whispered, my accent slipping into something vaguely resembling a Bond villain. "Two drops for the Marriage Merger. And three drops because he tried to play father to my children.”

But the moment he saw the child's face, his expression transformed. Alexus stepped closer, following the King's gaze—then erupted in fury. "Why are his eyes blue?! How could my son have blue eyes?!" Silence crashed over the room. Everyone glanced at one another but no one dared speak. Royal vampire children—whether male or female—were always born with pure, blood-red eyes. It was a thousand-year iron rule. While other eye colors existed within the clan, they belonged only to side branches or mixed bloodlines—never the royal line.

Calming, taking deep breaths, and flickering a glance up at Toya once more. “My eyes… what did you see?” It’s the only thing she said that stuck. “Blue isn’t your color when you engage whatever this was.” Kaelin is the one to answer, and this surprises me. Because I have wolved the last few days and blue is for sure my constant color no matter what form I am in. They never change as they never have. Always blue, eternally glowing since birth. Just brighter as a wolf. “So what were they?” “Purple… well, blue purple sort of.” Toya shrugs, like she isn’t sure she actually saw that color, and Kaelin nods because he saw it too.

I tried to open it but it wouldn't I don't understand how it works I heard the prince chuckle Prince: why is your name Blue? Did you change your name to Blue when you heard that I love blue and everything about me is blue? I turned around and looked at him. I didn't even know that he liked blue color too. In my mind I was answering him : well for your information sir, I was born with a blue tail, and blue eyes and I have a blue birthmark at my back. That's why my name is Blue, okay?

"I guess that's what happens when you steal the magic of other Monarchs. One body can only hold so much. Perhaps you've reached your limits, king." Curzon offered her his hand and she took it strolling into the cover of the garden. "I have room for at least one more," he replied. "You look exquisite by the way. Even better than the night you wore Ipsit's colors." Violet had donned a fur wrap to keep out the Ipsit chill. It was a slightly more vibrant blue, like a piece of the pallid sky had fallen into The Bastion's garden. Curzon looked far too pleased to see her dressed in his royal finery. She wanted to tear the dress to shreds.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.