Novel & Cerita Royal Blue Violet Chinchilla

‘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.

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.

I chew on my lower lip and glances at the monitor: King (orange) Sharpe (purple) Aldair (red) Beckett (blue) Harrington (gold) Blake (silver) Aldair (green) Carver (lime) Dalton (black) Winslow (navy) Fletcher (brown) Sinclair (violet-gray) Ellery (maroon) Vance (cyan) Wright (indigo-red) Danvers (yellow-black) Carstairs (teal) Grayson (olive) Hawthorne (peach) Owsinski (pink)

Thus, being the second family considered important, we had no choice but to follow these dress codes to please others. Each family had a special code that differentiated it from the others, and for some, this code was the color that should stand out the most from the clothes. For our family, it was red, the color of love and passion. But for my family, it represents violence, fury and blood, it shows that we are a family of outstanding military. As far as the royal family is concerned, the code that symbolizes them is also a color, blue, especially the color lapis lazuli. This color is extremely rare, difficult to obtain and therefore very expensive. Thus, it demonstrates the immense power o

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.

The crew knew who was in the Peach Room, so they didn’t dare to object. The two identical peacock blue items were projected on the giant screen. Everyone was in awe. The items looked exactly alike, but they could see that the second Peacock’s Pride had a hint of purple in the blue gem when they looked closely. It was a rich and elegant color. The melee diamonds on the tail feathers were aquamarine gems that came in gradient shades of blue. The open tail didn’t clash with the brilliance of the main stone but instead perfectly brought out the soul of the item—tanzanite blue.

The shift is almost complete when I look over to her and I’m speechless. “She’s gorgeous” Cobalt is swooning over her. Her fur shakes out, fluffing a pure white color. She turns facing me and her eyes are…. Purple? I guess the white fur and the purple eyes are a dead giveaway that she’s different. I mean, there’s been white colored wolves, but they’ve had other colors mixed in their fur or had patches of color throughout. Remi’s wolf is pure white, almost having a glow from how brightly white she is.