Elastigirl X Violet Novels & Stories

She peered at the window and noticed that big triangle tent around the cabin while Bull was slowly fixing things. "It'll be a little noisy, Violet. Sorry," Bull kept that kind smile and kind act that he always does. "I have earplugs for you." "Don't worry," Violet said as she looked outside. There's nothing but them. It seemed like it had been planned. Everything was planned. "Tell me, why am I here?" "To save you?" Chameleon answered. "And where's Viper?" "He's working with Harvey behind the back." Violet looked around and on the very old small bed. Like it's the bed of a teenager. She slipped off from the bed although she felt a sort of stinging pain. She's used to that pain.

Her friends were seated cross legged as they watched her in her laboratory as she mixed what looked like hazelnut and flower seeds with herbs. “Gosh! I just received a shared news through my mind link with Selena. My mate wants to meet you Violet.” Elise said as she stood up suddenly almost breaking the tense atmosphere. “Like why on earth would he want to see me. I assumed that he had his own go to witch except something really went wrong wherever he is. Let me get my crystal, Elise continue crushing this and Bianca don’t just stare at the bird. Get me my healing crystals and placed them on the head, the two wings and the clawed feet.” Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise withi

Before I can offer her my hand, Hendrix has walked around and is trying to push me out of the way. I resist the urge to growl at him as he offers Harper his arm and she takes it immediately. I need a chance to connect with her, she still hasn’t recognized that she has a bond with me. I lead them over to Phoenix and Violet where Violet is already hugging Magnolia. Phoenix nods at me with a soft smile before his eyes flicker to our guests. His eyebrows furrow a little and Violet lets go of Magnolia as she looks at them and says, “Hi, I’m Violet from the Moon Stone Pack. It is an honor to meet you and welcome you.” Hendrix looks Violet up and down before clarifying, “You’re the Luna?”

My eyes are glued shut thanks to the mixture of tears and chlorine so I don't know exactly who pulled me out but the faint jumble of voices tells me that I am still alive. I feel painful compressions on my chest and I turn over to cough out the water, throwing up in the process. I have never been more humiliated, the pool should have killed me when it had the chance. I force my eyes open and see Hestia breath a sigh of relief, tears of her own leaving streaks on her cheeks. She takes me into her arms, "My God, Violet, I'm so glad you're okay." "You're," My voice croaks, "You're glad I'm okay?"

“You know what? Forget about the girls here. If Willow gets back and sees that you called in a full squad, she’s going to lose her shit.” Oh, it’ll definitely be mutual. I have a mind to put a handcuff on her and have her tethered to me. “Hello? Can you hear me?!” Violet steps in front of me, getting right in my face. No one ever dares to get that close to me. But she does. She’s tall for a girl and her eyes are a pitch black color, like a moonless night sky. Is that vanilla perfume she’s wearing? “Get out of my way.” I furrow my brows at her. “Don’t let me make you.”

"I see you like me, which is why I'm going to give you a gift for not scolding me." "Are you chastising me?" "You know how things usually go. You have a temper tantrum because a child sees an older woman like me.” "No, not at all." "Let us not linger on it. Please extend your hand." "Why my hand?" "This is your present." “Okay.” Violet took the woman's hand in hers, closed her eyes, and placed her palm against hers. It was a gift from her mentor Qontessah, and it helped her win over people by telling them their fortunes.

Violet happily ran upstairs to her room, awaiting the setup. Alone with Elara, she stirred the food in silence, ignoring the fact that I was now beside her. “Are you really going to stay mad at me?” I claimed her waist, setting her against my body. For a moment, she gave me the silent treatment. “You’re spoiling her.” “She is the Conti’s princess.” I defended our bond. “And she's Saint Clair’s too.” She dumped the spoon in the sink, still angry. Right. She always came correct with her argument.

Violet and gold, living and wrathful. Neither spoke. There were no words left. Only this. The first strike cracked the stones beneath them. Saphira moved like water turned to steel, fast, precise, deadly. Her blade was an extension of her body, her every movement a dance honed in exile. Elara met her with fire and fury, her strikes wide, sweeping, scorching the ground in violet arcs. She didn’t aim to kill. But she had to stand. Steel kissed flame. Blade met shield.