Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla Novels & Stories

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

I smiled as I walked into the closet and Velia and Diana helped me put it on. The base of the gown was a rich, deep shade of royal blue, akin to the vast, starry night sky. It shimmered with a subtle luminescence as if tiny stars were embedded within the fabric itself. The gown was designed to flow gracefully around my figure, accentuating my natural elegance and poise.

With a gentle, persuasive tone, Miranda continued, “Three hundred years ago, the renowned embroidery master Andy created a snow scene on a gown for Queen Elizabeth using a thread known as Whitelue. The Queen was so captivated by the delicate thread that she praised its ability to appear pure white at first glance, yet under sunlight, it reflected a soft, pale blue hue—just like the glow of snow under a clear sky. She named it ‘Whitelue,’ and ever since, it has been revered as the finest thread for any embroidery involving snowy scenes. Particularly for a snow wolf, the subtle blue undertone adds a lifelike depth that plain silver could never achieve.” “Is that so?” Quintina, already swayed b

I took the letter and examined it. It was white at the front, with deep engravings in a cursive pattern on the paper itself, while at its back it had a golden seal and a red and purple ribbon around the seal. The red and purple was a classic touch, Vivanna's favourite colour and the colour of her duchy's crest, while red was his favourite colour. The prince had used this on purpose. Vivanna had been so desperate for affection from him that she would make up her own symbols and inform him.

Terrifyingly beautiful. His fur is an ethereal blend of ice blue and white, like a winter storm frozen in time. His paws are a deeper shade of blue, almost crystalline, as if carved from pure glass. But what catches my attention the most is the crescent moon on his forehead, wearing a crown of the same vivid blue as his eyes—a mark of something far beyond my understanding. His tail is massive, flowing like a thick plume of silk, and his size— Oh. Oh, shit.

‘What an unusual colour you are,’ I state. ‘I hear your mate is much the same…’ he stares as we start running through my land back to the pack house. I think of Khai and Lilith and note that he’s far whiter than Khai. Obsidian being a dark grey Wolf with browns smattered throughout his fur. But Lilith is pure white, with that purple glow that’s highly unusual and never heard of. In fact, thinking of it now her eyes are just the same. Glowing purple as Theseus’s do.

Brice was standing next to my table, wearing a lavender shirt with a purple tie. I had noticed earlier that Starla’s dress was purple. I had absently wondered if that was the color I’d see if she was part of my pack. Raven’s eyes are violet, so I have a shade of purple already in the river, but the color Starla was wearing was different. It was the sort of purple one associates with royalty. And Brice, standing there looking at me expectantly, wearing a similar shade, looked more like a prince than I had ever seen him look like one before.

The liquid midnight ink of his shadow-aura slowly recedes, pooling quietly across the furs like velvet silk as the pale evening light slips through the high windows. Resting in the center of the dark sea-bear furs is our heir. It is a beautiful, flawlessly formed royal pup, its tiny body covered in a soft, silver-charcoal coat that glistens with a faint, residual static of gold-and-violet sparks. Before it even shifts back into its human skin, its tiny jaws part to let out a miniature, resonant howl that carries the undeniable alpha frequency of both the North and the South.

Beckett (blue) Aldair (red) Aldair (green) King (orange) Sharpe (purple) Montgomery (yellow) Vance (cyan) Blake (silver) Harrington (gold) Fletcher (brown) Sinclair (violet-gray) Torrence (magenta) Bradshaw (cream) Carver (lime) Dalton (black) Winslow (navy) Carstairs (teal) Ellery (maroon) Grayson (olive) Hawthorne (peach)

This time when her hand touch the grass-covered ground, they had transformed into a blue hairy paw. Her transformation didn’t take long. Not as long or as painful as he did until he became alpha king. All his shifts had been painful torture. That was his punishment for taking a life. She was a pure breed, and her shift was easier. What surprised him was the unusual colour of her wolf fur, which was white with the touch of royal blue on its tips.