Fourth Wing Characters Violet Novels & Stories

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.

“Please… someone help me.” No one listened. They were all still laughing, talking about Luna’s pregnancy, about Christian’s future with her. Violet’s pain- her suffering- was invisible to them. The pain intensified, and she felt another gush of blood. Her vision blurred with tears, her body trembling with shock. Is this how it ends? Finally, someone noticed. It wasn’t Christian. It wasn’t Luna. It wasn’t her own mother. It was a distant cousin, someone barely connected to her, who gasped and pointed.

But before I could speak, a crash echoed across the living room, Inara wrestling Abigail over a stolen pastry, Blue flapping her tiny wings and screeching like the world was ending, Violet standing above all of them with the purest I’m-about-to-commit-arson expression I’d ever seen. Riven huffed, “Look at her. They fear that. A creature they can’t cage.” I smirked. “They should.” He looked at me sharply. “And so should we.” The thought should’ve scared me but it didn’t, instead it excited me. I shrugged, letting my eyes roam over her, the girl who once trembled in chains, now glowing, alive, powerful, laughing with her friends like she hadn’t nearly died twice this few days,,“If she burns,”

For Violet. Always.

And then I woke up screaming. Sweat poured from my head. I have been blind before. Vlad had told me it was not him. Maybe Cylde. I buy it. Because I thought it was not him. Damn it, I was too soft and even blind to see what Vlad was really up to. And that was the cruelest part. When I became Violet, the pain was gone. Like I was a new person it had gone quiet. But I wasn’t. The pain was just temporarily forgotten, it had only been suspended.

I couldn’t stand his arrogance, yet all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him and kiss him. I couldn’t be one of those girls flocking around him, boosting his ego. He was probably like this with all of them, which was why they all had hope that they could be with him. This was definitely a trick to get me to lay with him, hence why he was lying about us being mates. I was Violet Southerton, and I refused to be manipulated—even if my body burned for him. Gathering every ounce of strength I had, I shoved him away. This time, he didn’t resist.

Her finger pressed against the human side of Rebecca’s arm—the one warped over the too-large bones of her wolf form. “I can’t imagine the pain she’s in,” Violet mused. “Having her muscles and skin stretched like this—pulled over a frame too big for her human body.” Rebecca’s arm trembled violently under Violet’s touch. “One wrong move,” Violet added, a cruel smile curling her lips, “and it might just rip.” I felt bile rise in my throat. Violet's blackened eyes slid back to me, her smile deepening. “Too bad for her,” she sang softly. “We’re just getting started.”

Yet here she was, this five-foot witch, biting off more than she could ever hope to chew. Martin, who had been silently witnessing their heated standoff for far too long, suddenly rushed forward. With desperation in his eyes, he clasped his hands together and pleaded before her, "I am sorry. I know I messed up. I’m on my knees here, just forgive me. Help me with this." Violet wasn’t moved. She shot him a look of disdain before returning her gaze to Sean. “Your warriors go around harassing helpless women. And you defend them instead of teaching them a good lesson ” Violet lashed out. “He tried the same with me. But unfortunately for him, I’m not helpless. I’m the kind who makes others cry fo

"I can handle Nara. Don't worry." Like hell she will. Once she and the dragon were out of sight, the quietness of the hallway was all that remained. Because somehow she could sire dragons too, Chloe was playing the hero. Footsteps echoed near me. Violet's scent hit and i moved towards her. Walking through the hallway, I saw her limping out from behind the rubble, her arm smeared with blood and her face pale. “Violet,” I called, rushing to her. “Are you okay? What's wrong with you? Where are the others?”

Well, not anymore. I found him the perfect wife. Violet Viora—formally known as Violet Sterling, has been making headlines ever since she declared social war on the Sterling family. The girl had fire. She had the determination and the drive to get things done. Now that her familial ties had been legitimized and her natural birthright had been restored, she’d been granted the ability to make things change. That made her both valuable and highly dangerous. “If someone cannot be persuaded, then they’re better off being subdued,” I muttered to myself.