Novels by Violet Heart

My heart was torn into two — one part ached to be in Killian’s part and the other, the other was just so tired of feeling anything.Killian softly brushed away the tears from my face. I couldn’t feel the numbness anymore; my whole body, every nerve and especially my heart, all were very much aware of Killian’s proximity. We were in the yacht’s cabin, and Killian shut the door without as much as looking at it, without leaving the hold of me. Then his lips were back on me with hunger. I felt that I had suppressed for so long, with turmoil in my heart, but with his every touch I seemed to forget my thoughts, as the pain melted under his heat, and I was pushed to the bed.“Killian…” I gasp, I wanted to say Not now, we need… but I forgot what we needed to do. All I could is feel him and soon every other article of clothof the floor and Killian was over me, he laid out the open mouth kissed down to my chest, tears didn’t stop coming from my eyes as his touch felt something that was beyond j

“What do you want?” I couldn’t help it that my voice shook.“What I always wanted,” he said softly, and his eyes were softer… but now that I looked closely, there were dark circles under them. The ache inside me didn’t relieve its clutches—just dug deeper inside me.“You shouldn’t be here,” I finally managed to turn away. The flashes from before flooded in my head. Tommen mocking Killian.How pathetic you have to be to hold the woman who is sired by your parents’ killer. I could still hear his cold sick laughter and the crazed look in his eyes—the eyes I see every day in the mirror—and from that moment on I could never see it differently. Every time I remember that moment the only thing I remember is how much pain that person had done to the man I loved.“You are running away again.”“I am not running away. I have done everything—the good, the bad, and the ugly. The Andersons are dust and Tommen is dead. Mission accomplished. Now I don’t want to think about…” I took a deep breath, c

1 and half months later, Thailand.The sea here was the color of the eyes of the woman in the painting Killian brought for me, as I walked along the beach to stop at the coffee corner. I was now a regular here but today seems to be some sort of gathering; normally there is not much crowd on this side of the beach. I took my seat on the corner, by the wall, where I still have the perfect view: wide-stretched sea and the golden sand before it. My heart clenched once again. I leaned back into the chair, unable to look away, and my lungs filled with air full of sea salt and yet there was no cure for the ache that reached somewhere deep inside of me.The sun was about to set and people were gathering around with candles and something like flower baskets in their hands.“Chocolate pastry as usual,” a woman a few years older than me came to me, her brown hair braided to the side and her thin frame standing tall over me. Lily gave me a warm smile.“Yes, Lily, thanks,” I said, and then looked

I saw the life drain from her blue eyes, and I smirked.“I… can’t… believe you…” She looked down at my hand holding the knife that was in her heart completely.“Yes, well, I don’t like being forced to do things I don’t want to do,” I said. “And what makes you special? I just killed my father.”The chaos erupted. One of the guards grabbed me and I shoved him away. Another came, and that one had a knife. It stabbed right into my side and I stilled as the white-hot pain shot through me. I got dizzy, someone shoved him away with the knife still inside me and someone grabbed me from the back as my hand went directly to the knife hilt.“Don’t pull the knife,” this was another familiar voice I didn’t recognize. There were blurs of black, but my vision was getting spotty.I felt myself being moved, and instinctively feeling the dread. I started to move and hit whatever I could.“Don’t fight me, I am trying to save your life.”I heard gunshots, the commotion of fights, but then it all went sil

The white light blinded me as I tried to open my eyes. It took me moments, half drifting, hearing beeping noises and half trying to make out what people were saying. My mouth felt dry. What happened? I tried to remember and my head felt like someone had smashed it into a wall or something. The memory flashed before my eyes—the car and Killian? Oh my god, where is Killian?!I tried to get up, but groaned as pain shot through my back.A hand grabbed my arm and pushed me back. What I could sense was the semi-comfortable bed. Then there was a movement beside me, and then I drifted back into darkness.When I came back to, it hurt less, and this time it was easy to open my eyes.“Mila, can you listen to me?” a female voice asked. However, I had never heard it before.“Yes,” I croaked. I tried my best to focus my eyes, and something really annoying was pricking my left hand.“Where am I?” I asked. Before I could move around, my eyes landed on a face—a middle-aged woman in a lab coat. A doc

The cigarette fell from Tommen’s hand, its sparks dying on the ground. Killian hit him again. These were not precise movements of a trained killer—they were a force of nature coming down like wrath. Tommen blocked and hit him back a few times, twisted out of his hold, but Killian had him again.“You will never see Mila again. She will never bear the burden of your sins,” Killian punched him. “I will never let her know what you did, how you died!” Killian threw Tommen into the ground, grabbing him by the collar.“You miserable man!” Killian spat on him. “She will never know anything about this.”Tommen laughed. “It would have been endearing if not so fucking disgusting. How pathetic you have to be to hold a woman who was sired by your parents’ kill—” Killian punched him again, hot burning fury as he kept hitting. Tommen grabbed his fist, now bloody with Tommen’s blood.“You know what the kicker is? It was Edmund who sent me to kill your parents!” Tommen shook with laughter and Killian

Eva stopped as she was passing by the training field to the Granny’s house, where everyone—every able adult—was practicing hand-to-hand combat. No one was shifting, at least not fully. A woman flipped a man; she winced a little as he landed on his back with a thud, sand cushioning the blow, splattering around. Briefly, he managed to overpower her, but her last move was so swift to catch that the man ended up on his knees with a blade at his throat.Eva blinked in surprise at the blade.“Now! Everyone, see that,” Sebastian called out from behind the watching crowd, rolling his sleeves and leaning on the iron ring enclosure that surrounded the training area, his eyes fixed on everyone’s movement. “Now move in pairs and practice.” He clapped. “Come on!”At his command, everyone did as he said. They all made their own circles, and everyone had a blade in their hands.“Efficient, isn’t it?” Maya said, coming up behind her.“I didn’t know they trained like this. So far, I just saw them shif

Eva’s whole weight leaned on Sebastian as he held her, and their lips moved in sync. The kiss was soft and deepened with every breath. There was no urgency in the kiss or the moment as Sebastian’s hands wandered up her sides, then to her shoulders, leaving soft trails of shimmering heat under her skin. She gasped a little as their lips parted, and his hand came to her face to tilt it so he could kiss her deeper. His tongue brushed her lower lip in a silent question, and she opened her mouth. Their tongues slid together, sending a current through her whole body. She arched into his touch, and his hands went to her thighs to pick her up and press her against the wall. They parted, breathing heavily.Eva wrapped her legs around his waist as his lips trailed down to her neck in open-mouthed kisses. She moaned, squirming in his hold, rubbing herself against him.Sebastian’s tongue traced a path from her shoulder to just below her ear, where she now knew why she was so sensitive. She shiver

Demon Wolf – they called me. A demon who sucks people’s very soul dry from fear. A reputation that served me well, both on our side of the camp and the enemy side, but my soul is being devoured by pain and grief. I lost my best friend, my guardian, my second family to this war because of one pack’s greed. No matter how much blood I spill, no price can turn time back. ~ Bash’s Journal.—“I see my image is perfectly ruined,” Sebastian said as he looked over Eva’s head as she tried to put together some notes Maya gave. Eva looked up, and he sighed in embarrassment. She had taken over his study. It was good to be productive.“I know now why you just gave only little comments in the form of feedback in papers,” Eva said, looking down at the notes. There was no way anyone could understand that.“Don’t ever tell that to Maya,” he said. “I have immaculately kept my two lives apart.”“With me here, I don’t think you are succeeding very much,” Eva grinned as Sebastian moved a chair to sit besi

War changed everything. When I thought everything in my life was now settled, after losing my parents at the age of 10, eight years later I had a purpose in my life until they came. ~ From Bash’s Journal.—-It got suspiciously quiet for a few days. Her days were actually filled with peaceful walks into the village and the people around her being very excited whenever they saw her for some reason, but everyone here was sweet. Granny and Amon also made her and Sebastian join them for lunch after they had a tour of one of the berry farms.Apparently, because they couldn’t have any business relations with other packs, they had business contracts with human society. They had produce of berries, oranges, and other fruits along with woven cloth. So everyone had more or less the same homespun, ethnic quality in the village, she noticed.Unable to hide her curiosity as they were served lunch at the little table by Granny, she turned to Sebastian and asked,“Why did you become a professor then

It was a new low, feeling this pathetic. Eva thought and looked up at Sebastian. “If—,” she began, but her mouth was shut with something warm and soft, her insides melted. She uncurled herself and her hands came to Sebastian’s face, trying to hold him closer. His hands came down to her waist as he kissed her and she felt the hollowness filled with his warmth, his lips pressed harder and her mouth opened to reciprocate, slow, steady and hard, he parted her knees and moved her legs to hook them around his waist as she moved her arms around his neck. She pulled away, coming up for air.“You—” she sputtered in disbelief.“I don’t know what to say to let you know how wrong you are,” he pressed her to the couch and kissed her, her lips moved with the same favor against him as desire uncurled inside her and her heart felt full. Sebastian’s hands came to her cheeks then to her jaw to hold her in place as his tongue pressed inside with intensity, blowing fire in her veins. To tell her the thing

The Blue Moon pack is the most ancient werewolf bloodline. It was their ancestors who first turned into wolves, blessed by the Moon Goddess, as the legends say.For generations, there were Alpha-heads. The first four packs were ruled by the Alpha King born in the Blue Moon pack. The practice of separating the alpha wolf spirit from the host body was developed by them to keep the succession of kings within a single family. Soon, the packs began to separate because of this tradition, but they continued to practice the ritual within their own packs to retain power.The practice was followed for hundreds of years, to the point where only a few Alphas were born in each pack. Even then, it didn’t stop them from continuing it.“It is like being some sort of demented creature—Maya explained it to me once,” Sebastian said when Eva asked how this affected the people. “Maya doesn’t even remember ever shifting. Amon was only two years old when it happened.” When he spoke about Amon, his shoulders