Fourth Wing Characters Violet Novels & Stories

“Then prove it. Show me she doesn’t still own a piece of you. Tell me I’m not just your second choice, the backup you run to when she ruins you again!” “Chloe, there’s nothing to prove because you’re my only choice.” “Harry.” Violet’s voice called out to me in the darkness, her gown shimmering under the moonlight. When she got to the garden entrance, she stopped and leaned against the pillar, smirking. “Harry, she is a f*cking omega, why the hell are you trying to pacify her? She’ll never understand us because she is not our type.” “Shut up, Violet!” I snapped, the rage boiling out of me.

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.

Violet is a lucky charm to whoever she serves, sold into Alpha Dorian's household, she was bought for the purpose of serving the alpha triplets. Fortune smiles on Alpha Dorian's household, so Violet was rewarded on her eighteenth birthday with an opportunity to attend the same elite wolves academy as the triplets. This came as a shocker to her and the triplets who she had fawned over for the last three years even though they made her life miserable. As she steps into the prestigious high school, she must learn to battle and survive in this place that refuses to accept her, while fighting against her feelings for the triplets.

Ruth growled at her. Keroline flinched back in fear, her eyes brimming with tears and anger. She turned and ran, disappearing into the night. Zenith looked down at Violet, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. Her breathing was still shallow, but she was alive. “Don’t worry, Little bird, I will make sure whoever hurt you will pay double time!” . . Violet began to stir, her body felt heavy, weighed down by fatigue. She felt the softness beneath her and fought the urge to open her eyes, when a voice drifted towards me.

And Young Master Leung wanted to talk to Violet in person. With a snort, Violet threw the proposal on the table and gave her assistant two words. "Forget it." "Huh?" The assistant was shocked. He could not understand what the Fourth Lady was thinking. Fourth Lady was very into the red wine business. Usually, she would put devote all her energy into it. However, aside from Master Sterling, her three brothers were all "bullying" her. Now that someone had come along offering to be a partner, why was she not willing to accept?

Three swarms of bats came shooting from the sky and flew around the vampire God. "It is all three of them," Violet said in amazement. Amelia grinned slightly and rushed forward to help them. One of the swarms reformed into Draven and grabbed Amelia as she shifted back to her human form and went into his embrace. He held her tightly as he gazed at her with glowing eyes.

I lifted my dress to look, and what I saw stole the air from my lungs. The wounds were gone. Every single one. Was being a witch supposed to make me immortal? The thought confused me, but it didn’t matter now. Merrin needed me. I had to save him. I ran forward, tearing through the burning streets of Wolves-Heaven. Smoke clawed at my lungs as the city screamed around me. By the time I reached the palace, it was already in flames. Fire. Screams. Death. And still, I didn’t stop. His wives could flee. His council, his family… they could all run if they wanted. But I wouldn’t. I am Violet, and I would stay by his side. If he had to die, then I would die with him… or I would save him.

Violet was thinking about the secret room that Tina mentioned to her a while ago. She assumed Daniel had a secret lover. 'Who cares if he has one?' she thought. She glanced at her wounds on her feet. While applying ointments, she hissed in pain. Being an omega means you have to wait for a long time to heal your wounds. Violet had a habit of it. She recalled how Daniel healed her in the forest. The cotton ball clenched under her palm as she remembered how he had pulled her onto his lap.

His soul shivered before breaking apart, the wind taking it away. Violet saw Olivia and Hestia pinned against the edge of the bridge. They held their heads and screamed. Dalyla's mania was taking hold. Raegan still had Rabiah distracted. Her razor-sharp gold talons raking at the dead queen. Violet rushed to the queen and gripped her shoulder. Flames bloomed before Violet's vision. Iridescent lilies made of blue and red fire. White-hot roses crowned her head, their petals searing her skin. A cry rose to her lips but Violet couldn't quite hear it—as if someone else was feeling her pain.

She whispered , the room grew quite not sure where she was going with this. She turned around, taking her shirt off using it to cover her boobs. I growled till I saw the bruises and dried blood on her shoulders. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to jump to her and lick her to heal her cuts and bruises. “Why are you bruised?” Violet gasped in surprise She turned around facing us again. “They aren’t bruises. But what I need to show you needs to be kept a secret.” She took a deep breath and before we knew it, wings came out of my mates back.