Fourth Wing Characters Violet Novels & Stories

Kylan The smallest breath escaped Violet. My Violet… She looked tired because she had been holding too much together for too long. She had come from the Bloodrose to become a healer, and her life had taken a turn way too fast. She found out she was a witch, the crown prince’s mate, one of the few who was able to stop Baelor. None of us would blame her for simply being tired, and she had to know that. I gave her a small, calming smile, hoping she would be honest with herself. She let out a soft chuckle and shook her head like she herself couldn’t believe what she was about to say.

Hayden says. "Call Luca down," I say needing someone to be there with me, and he's the only one I trust. The elevator door opened and I walked out, seeing the doctors all standing up and waiting for Violet to get in, I saw her getting rolled in, she was dressed in white clothes again, she seemed to be sleeping, just sleeping, she was thinner than ever, her skin was very pale. Everyone started to move, they got her hooked to an IV, to machines scanning her body and blood, they were all talking in the same time, running and screaming while I stood there not able to move, I did that, if I didn't leave her, she wouldn't be this hurt.

Alex sighed, shook her head, then walked out. She took quite a number of sisters with her to the ice cave. When they entered the ice cave, she saw some other warriors surrounding a purple haired woman lying naked on the ground, unconscious. Alex eyes widened at huge dark scars all over Violet's skill. She ran passed the sisters and sat in front of an unconscious Violet, placing a finger in front of her nose. It was faint.. A tear rolled down her cheek at the scar-covered skin. None of her body had a skin spot and it tugged on Alex's heart.

They were those who believed in honoring and protecting the dignity of women. "Yes, I dared. What now! What are you gonna do? You've done the worst to me already, Ben. You've painted me as a characterless girl. What else can a girl lose after her character is ruined? What does she have left to protect? You can't do anything else and I don't fúcking care. But if you try to touch me again, I swear I'll turn the broad daylight into a dark haunting night for you." Violet's voice was steel although it shook a little. Ben didn't utter a word. He took some steps back as he anxiously gawped behind her at the warriors. Three warriors (the ones from the last night) stood behind Violet, giving Ben a ha

Violet murmured brokenly as she sobbed silently, she put off her clothes gently and slipped into the jacuzzi tub scrubbing her body in the milky warm bath however she couldn't enjoy this one because she is in a jiffy . Over the years , Violet had always wished to have a princess kind of life like Vanessa's but it seems life had granted it to her in an unpleasant manner, a dream which she sadly wants to wake up from but can't. .... .... " Ding ding" the door bell interrupted violet's thought as she slipped into a white flowery robe on the bed . She opened the door with rather shaky hands , she peeps slightly at the door when two ladies walked in , though without the make up box ,she recognize

That family crest was the key to finding Whitney. As she was reminded of this, Violet's attacks became faster and stronger. She also slipped up more. Carl saw through her weaknesses. She was getting impatient. He knew that if he attacked her, Violet would definitely get hurt, and taking her down would be as easy as pie. Nevertheless, Violet's body and her hatred toward him made him hesitate to attack. Even if he was stronger and faster than Violet, in the short 15 minutes they had been fighting, Violet still had the upper hand. She even backed Carl into a corner.

I laugh, "Wyatt, who's your female?" I watch as Alpha Max's second eldest daughter, Violet, sits up next to him. I don't miss the mark on her neck. Wyatt lifts his hand and rubs it on the back of his neck as he seems to blush. "I bumped into her at the training field last night when I went to do my private training... She is my mate." "I gather she is a fighter?" Even as I asked the question, I knew the answer, as there was no way the Moon Goddess would have paired Wyatt with a non-fighter. I smile as she answers,

It was as though she had created an abyss for herself, as she began to pound her chest with her tight fisted hand. With each pound, it felt like something heavy was hurled at me. She did it over and over again until I caught her wrist in mine. She turned to see who had dared hindered her self-punishment. Her face was so swollen and red that my heart melted. I will kill the bastard, for daring to hurt my woman like this. Violet looked unfazed as though she were in a maze. "Violet?" I whispered. She just stared at me. No emotion, no strength, no nothing.

Violet Something terrible is going to happen today. I don’t know why I feel like that as I carefully walk down the stairs with my blonde hair flowing behind me. My long white dress is soft like silk and hugs my porcelain skin in all the right places. Everyone’s eyes are on me—the Alpha king’s daughter—as I approach the bottom floor where the mating ball is waiting for me.

“And Rhea? Tell me she’s here.” Liora’s eyes flickered with pity. “She never came back. I only saw them bringing you. No one else.” A cold shiver passed through Violet’s weakened body. For a heartbeat she lay still, her breath shallow, and then something inside her hardened. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself upright. “Stop—don’t!” Liora cried, reaching for her. “You can’t even stand, your wounds—” But Violet’s lips moved before the woman could finish. A low chant spilled out, ancient syllables curling like smoke in the air. Power, faint but stubborn, wrapped around her trembling muscles. Her spine straightened, and though her body screamed in protest, she stood.