Fourth Wing Characters Violet 소설 & 이야기

Elliot asked looking at me and all I did is smile and shook my head "Sure, tell them," I said "Guess who Violet really is?" He asked "What do you mean she's Violet isn't she," Elijah asked "Nope wrong well right but still wrong," he said and his twin gave him a Gibbs slap. "Just tell them before I do," Ollie said and then came to sit next to me "Fine Violet is known as Angel, Butterfly, and Raven" "What?!" They all screamed and looked at me and I give them a small smile "Angel like the best assassin in the world and Butterfly like the best underground fighter??" Leo asked

The werewolf that Osmund once helped, she came and changed clothes and took care of Sharmaine's wounds. Looking at the beautiful girl lying on the bed, her breathing was somewhat weak. Violet is quiet, she is an orphan werewolf with a talent for healing, from birth she understands fate and world order, she is obedient and understanding. In one time saving people from vampires she was seriously injured, fortunately Osmund appeared and saved her. Violet is indebted to him and volunteers to work for Osmund all her life. “Violet, how is she?” Violet saw Osmund worry about the unconscious girl, her heart ached a little. When she was saved by Osmund, Violet had feelings for him, but this cold man

She wields our power fluidly, dispelling the swarm to scatter as she aims for the source of that music of death. There, just behind the swarm, we see her. Not much above 4feet with a very long curtain of white hair that sweeps the ground, dirty muddy crinkled skin, and long scary nails. Her hair falls over her face, parting above her chapped ugly lips that are spread very wide, bellowing that vile cry. Somehow, in wolf, it does not affect me as Violet leaps over her and lands before she can make it to take defense. It's a single deadly strike, precise and neat. Violet spits her disgusting head to the ground and turns slowly to face the regenerating swarm.

Panic surged in my chest as I stumbled, trying to find solid ground. “Reigna, you’ll always be nothing,” Axle said, his voice softer now, but no less cruel. “No one will ever choose you. Not me. Not anyone.” Suddenly, Violet stepped into view, her silhouette sharp against the shadows. Her lips curved into a smirk as she crossed the room with the elegance of someone who knew she had already won. “Ah, poor little Reigna,” Violet purred, her voice like silk laced with poison. “Clinging to scraps, pretending you belong in a world that was never meant for you.”

Well, everyone but Violet, and I was getting angrier after each second passed. "Maybe we should just start without her." Aubrey whispered in my ear and I sighed, keeping my anger in check. "Maybe I should." I faced the staff and cleared my throat, but I was cut off as the door swung open and the clink clank of heels filled the air as she strutted in. Violet was dressed in a purple suit with a skirt that barely passed her mid-thigh, her hair in waves and her lips painted pink, and her cleavage almost spilling out if her suit and anger filled me.

Two— Distract Scarlett and take Asher away from her. Yet the stupid human girl did nothing but whimper in corners and speak in half-spilled truths. Never truly setting the pace for the doom I planned. All she ended up doing was empowering her kind— stupid Violet. Damn that girl! What Angel had managed to tell her should have made her explode. She should have crumbled by now. She should have gone screaming to Axel with the things she had seen and heard. But no, she fucking didn't. She kept that stupid poised human princess character of hers and kept it down.

Violet flew in over the circle of soldiers, her long whip moving like a swift serpent to snatch away all the long spears. Then, she shouted, “Carissa, Goddess's Petals!” Carissa soared through the air with her spear in hand. She swung the Rose Spear with powerful, fluid motions, sending the spearheads flying into the enemy ranks. Each strike found its mark, piercing through enemy soldiers. Carissa and Violet looked at each other. Their teamwork was perfect! Surrounded by enemies targeting each of the five of them, they decided to consolidate their efforts, moving as one to disrupt the enemy’s strategy.

Violetta pauses. “With all due respect ma’am, I don’t intend to hurt Nova and if you are thinking of telling me their sex I already have my suspicions and I do not care what sex they are. I am immensely attracted to them, but even more so in love with them.” I sigh then under my breath “Cade and Gina are right I just needed to admit it to myself.” “Good! Because Nova doesn’t deserve the hate that they sometimes receive least of all from someone who should be showing them affection!” She pins me with her eyes and I feel like there is more to this that she is not about to tell me.

Scarlet’s POV The first time I met Violet, she was like a storm and dangerously close to collapse. Her body was thin, so frighteningly thin, it was as if the life inside her was flickering like a dying flame. Bones jutted beneath her skin, and her cheeks were hollow, but her eyes, eerie, ocean-blue eyes, held an intensity I had never seen before. She was unpredictable, charged like a wire stripped bare, snapping at anyone who dared come near her. No one could approach her except the king. Only his presence seemed to settle the storm, if only for a few brief moments.

Fuck the fake loyalty. "You can just sit anywhere to while away time." I said and gestured towards a couch. "Or I could help." "You? Help me?" I scoffed. I wasn't trying to look down on her but in the few days I've gotten to know Violet, I've learned a bit about how she was treated and how she wasn't a threat like I thought. She had alpha blood but wasn't raised like royalty. "Hmm, yes. I read a lot of books at my pack." She said.