Adore Violet Gem Novels & Stories

Although it was bad to think badly of the groom on his wedding day, Violet couldn't stop thinking badly of Adam. While Violet was thoughtfully eating cake and thinking, a hand was placed on her shoulder and said, “Violet, why are you standing alone? Where's Dominic?" Adam wears an elegant black vest on his left chest and also has a rose flower attached, he brings a beauty that is a mixture of style and elegance. Violet dodged his touch, still smiling friendly, and fake. Adam realized that that smile was just her disguise, he did not make a mistake, but happily smiled and said: "

It showed a raw rock, matte and opaque, glowing a deep, interior purple as if lit from within. “What… what is this?” Imani asked, leaning forward, breathless. The chunk of stone, opaque and faintly shimmering violet, pulsed on the screen as if alive. “That’s not gold,” Jade murmured, her voice trembling with fascination. “It’s something else entirely.” “It’s beautiful,” Imani whispered. “Dangerous is beautiful sometimes,” Jade replied, zooming in closer. “Celestium,” she read out, her voice barely a whisper. Imani reached out, her fingertips brushing the holographic image as if she could feel its texture.

She knew something. “Mira,” she said. “What do you mean by ‘Why would the priestess say something like that?” She shook her head like she was trying to make sense of the whole thing. “The sores could be cured with cloves and a few wild flowers. And there was no such thing as avoiding each other. Violet’s powers were obviously fighting against that.” “And that was why she was constantly weak. She was subconsciously fighting. There's just a bit of it left. And now you hate her again.” She said the last statement like it was a fact.

Violet, like the stone in the bracelet from the elders? Exactly. The stone and the wolf draw from the same power source. She will be just as rare as the stone, indeed, the only one of her kind. If she’s an Amethyst wolf, why hasn’t she ever said anything about it? Wouldn’t she know something like this?

It's tradition. It's an elaborate victorian crown with emeralds and crystals incrested all over. Across the front are green gems resembling ivy with a prominent giant pear-cut emerald in the middle. The points are all differently shaped emeralds with crystals. It's a beautiful, perfect blend of Silver Moon and me. Our colors combined. "I...I love it!" A single tear drops down my cheek before she comes rushing over, dabbing it off. "Don't cry, sweet girl. So happy you love it. Now let's put it on and show my son why it's such a good thing he came to his senses yesterday."

I’m suddenly finding myself in the packhouse right outside of Wesely’s room. He sneers angrily at me. “You are weak, and have no place in this pack much less as my Luna. I, Wesley Steel, future Alpha of the Jade Pack, reject you, Avril West as my mate and Luna.” He shoves me to the ground, stunned. How could this be happening? Wasn’t my mate supposed to love and cherish me? I then see a pair of brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I feel warm. How do I know this color? I can see? I hear a voice. I can help you see. She says. I am Emerald, your wolf. You are special. I gasp in surprise.

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

Violet heard her say, and that caught her attention. It wasn't like she had never heard a compliment before, but it was hard to listen to someone saying that she was pretty without any reason. Whenever someone complimented her, it seemed to be because she was the daughter of Arden, the leader of the Diamond Pack. As if Violet had something good to offer to them just because they were flattering her. Not that she felt ugly either, but she never saw herself in that way, like a beautiful woman. She did like her green eyes and her golden hair, but that was it. She always found her lips too thick and the little freckles on her cheeks and nose kind of bothered her.

Kiara: Thankless, arsehôles! Violet: Guys!!!! Elle: Sorry, Vi. But Scar doesn’t know, she actually is a kept princess in his tower in the forest. Kiara: And, you listen to me, Vi. You dress up in something red. Violet: Why, red? Kiara: Because, it’s a color of passion. And also because it’s the same color of gift I gave you on your wedding. Violet: I haven’t opened them yet. I thought you guys were coming so I wanted to open them with you.

By midnight, the central device was ready. I held it in my hands - the phone, the interface, the particular bridge between my modern knowledge and this world's magic. The casing was violet crystal, grown rather than carved, the particular structure of something that had formed around intention rather than being shaped by force. "Power it," Aurel said. I pressed my thumb to the screen. The crystal warmed. The runes embedded in the casing lit, not with the blue of standard magic or the white of standard technology, but with violet - my frequency, my signature, the particular color of someone who'd died and returned with something extra.