Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla Novels & Stories

I smirk, this should be interesting. I watch the white catlike creature stare at the bear, trembling with fear. It tries to snarl and hiss in a silly attempt at scaring the beast off, only to anger it further. I take a long look at the pale animal, it's ears are long and pointed, it's eyes a shocking azure blue. It's tail is long and fluffy. It's body resembles that of a Cheetah. It's face has angular features. It's not very large especially in comparison to the giant it is facing but without a doubt it is of royal descent.

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

"You're safe with me." "I think this dream has gone on long enough, Everything looks so vivid."She said. "I can assure you that this is not a dream; it is very much real." I watched as Alex tried to coax Kiara slowly, and she was progressing. Her fur was starting to sprout, but her color was strange. I have never seen such a color on a wolf, it was tuffs of gray that had some blue. Blue wolves were considered extinct and royal. But if she was royal, how was she living in the human world? Marking a royal without permission is a death sentence.I guess the court and council quickly got rid of me since they both hate me.

Out of all the thousands of packs under the moon, only a tiny handful of high leaders have enough meat to trade for it. That is why Lisa is rolling on the dirt. I stand up from my log stool, leaving the water mirror behind. I walk over and lift the heavy royal coat out of the cedar. It is a long, heavy winter gown with short sleeves and layers of soft, see-through valley mist cloth. But that is not the part that makes my wolf stand up. The wool is dyed the exact purple and dark blue of a midnight sky during a full moon... And every single star on the cloth is made of a real, blazing white mountain diamond.

It was just not possible. Even being mated to another species was extremely rare. Witches were mated to witches and werewolves were mated with werewolves or lycans. "What colour is it?" Xynathius asked, his arm now elegantly draped along my back and waist as he pulled me to his taut body. "Rainbow coloured, green, purple, blue, red and orange are the most prominent colours and right now she is glowing in the shades of orange, green and blue. It's mesmerising to watch, tell me about your ancestry."

His hips ground against mine as he whispered my name over and over, a mantra only he knew this intimately. Vetur flared, energy zinging through me. My power was back. It reached for him and his fire answered. In a daze, I watched as they mingled and became one. Pure white and glacial blue intertwined with burning red, vibrant yellow, and glowing orange. It was majestic. My Vetur and his fire.

Prince Ron, who was sitting in Zedekiel's private library, reading a book, suddenly sneezed. The white and red Fox on his shoulder rubbed it's head against Prince Ron's cool cheek, purring softly. "Someone is definitely gossiping about me." Prince Ron mumbled. He was adorned in burgundy-hued robes intricately woven with threads of silver and mint green, creating an elegant tapestry of blossoming flowers that adorned the hem and sleeves. The colour of the robes complemented his red hair and green eyes. Ever since he realized red was the best colour for him, he had asked the Royal Couturier to make him more robes in different shades of red. He couldn't wait for his beloved to come back and see

Her gaze became incredibly serious as she continued whispering to Roselle. "It is said that all werewolf royal family in the past since the beginning of time has that distinct feature of having raven black hair and their eyes are the colour of the cold grey moon." Said Tina and Roselle immediately frown. The emperor, the crown prince and the princess all had a sapphire blue eyes and blond hair. Now that Roselle thought about it, she had yet to see a werewolf with raven black hair and moon-like grey eyes except Romeo. Even within the crowd of Werewolves who were at the imperial palace, she never saw anyone with black hair except her husband.

I moved the paper aside and gasped. It was a gown made of the most beautiful silk I had ever seen. The color was hard to describe. It wasn't navy, and it wasn't royal blue. It was a deep, icy, shimmering shade of blue that looked like the ocean at midnight. It was cold and beautiful all at once. "It’s... it’s amazing," I whispered, reaching out to touch the fabric. It was cool against my skin. "That color has a name," Cade said, standing behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "In the fashion world, they call it 'Miller Blue.' My mother had it created years ago. It’s the color of my family. It’s the color of my company."

Cole’s forehead creased into a tight knot as he watched me take the stage, his fists clenching at his sides. “Bring two sets of parchment and two iron quills,” Chloe ordered the attendants, a victorious smirk spreading across her face. I looked at the staff and corrected her. “Make them heavy bone quills. Double sets.” Chloe’s brows knitted together. “Are you planning to strike the dual-hand script, Doctor?” “Is that a problem for a Kinton Vice President?” I asked, gripping the first bone quill. “The dual-hand script requires a split consciousness,” Chloe stated, her voice rising so the crowd could hear. “Even Grand Mistress Emily Quinn spent a decade in the high mountains before she dared t